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The Village Voice, Last Call, Act 2

Matt Stevens, New York Times,
 Meets, 
New York School of Poets
The Invention of Pitch
Growing up
I was talked to about a few concepts
Consternation was my recent result in poetry
But back tracking to graduation in Santa Barbara 
I began an intern position 
Studying movement of our times
It shifted drastic in tone 
A lift of press powers
Prowess entertained a second look in
And I was gone.

Inference of numerical copy desks
Interesting article
Wendy McCaw was her name
Non sensical romance 
Her own affair with suppositionally tensing 
Tingle and mingle bargain print

The sales and flirt of money
Obviously notes were gone
Steering objective 

The treasury out thawed the begin

Personally I implement 
Cellular phone market and electrical
Engineering 
20 year bypass on talk maneuver
Freedom from socializing 

Uptilt recession dynamics
16 years today
Post Dissertation 

Simple fraud draws of press powers clutch wrong 
Federal reserve interest rates
Lined in type set
Only addition kept, was a busted trust

Position wanted?
Single White Female 
Say, how does one say?
Record

The Granada is Open Miley

©Hanaé Goumri 2021. All Rights Reserved

These matinees happen frequent
In textural complete
Comfort of plum is camber
As roll to and from from further
As result return of stroke in glance
A barage of implement 
Abstract real of line over draft 
Illuminated reference mechanics
Lay architect digest station down
Waterfront is loud about yourself
Equalizer city structure 
Bookshelfing


turbulent flowers
white laundry
close ties
atop the dirty grass
grape skins of yellow rivers
raindrops
you wont stop peeking
downstairs at my new desk
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

desires a painful train
syrup spit in my ear
teaching me how to slide
and 
she the hip hop record
out the san francisco's
out of the san francisco
hurdled dirty
exchange rates 
mastering the filthy turn
broken horn memories
adjacent his new coats
he had and hadn't given
away
how he wound down towns
spendings is spring
weathers are drying deserts
behind her eyes
so depressing sad
how about some ice cubing
and she would run home
alone
just couldn't get around
to their name
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

"While it keeps up"
"What's your up to doing?"

"Well", "Heading in your cabinet tonight?"

"Also bringing Constance over"

Copyright © kevin mathenia

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