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John Bonanni Poem
Leg warmers flop and fold
Embracing tender ankles
Adored by suitors
Ready to heal with bouquets
And accolades.
Balanced, extended,
Moving off air,
Like flowers, forever stretching
Kicking up relevé
Like the aromatic main floor of
An old department store
at Christmas.
Their limbs like flowers,
Forever fragrant.
Copyright © John Bonanni | Year Posted 2018
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John Bonanni Poem
Lead me home,
Away from these fires
And compromises of dreams inside,
Still existing, slowly deteriorating
Make no mention across
The boardroom desk of a
Yearning heart. Bad form.
Bloody up the forecast.
Wipe clean the plate
For the next green leathered occupier
To present their return on no investment.
Earnings after taxes, depreciated.
With composed discharge,
Diminish the minions.
Walk away from the policy
And procedure of souls seeking comfort
With tiny voices,
Terminate and restructure, build and repurpose
In a careful edit.
Blind copy coconspirators, then press send.
Feed the lion the monthly meat
And while he gorges, hunt for more.
Until you are served up.
Copyright © John Bonanni | Year Posted 2018
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John Bonanni Poem
Seafaring Foreigner
In steerage on a steamer with
Figs conceiving in Vesuvian soil
Hidden in a pot of a sturdy trunk
Made of hope and adventure. Fear of
Sights unseen and joys unbeknownst
Of sons and daughters yet.
Hazy canyons of skyscraping giants
Overshadow brick row houses
Hard at work, ethnic pride
Shameful bathing, worn-in
Clothing and nourishment
Beyond the return to
Much worse.
Copyright © John Bonanni | Year Posted 2018
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