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Vincent Francone

June 27, 2012




Along the coal deep ocean, scattering bread
for the animals, tasting
winter in our kiss, awake too long,
somewhere warm, shattered like a Tennessee Williams heroine,
mapping the diagonals of skittish snow
and the worn avenues,
running, feeling the heft of
the last of my words, smoking my first
cigarettes since New Year’s Day,
confused at the movement of car horns,
looking at the oncoming pedestrians
with suspicion, marooned,
surrounded by strangers
in white coats.


Where do you see yourself in five years?




Vincent Francone writes poems and stories for fun, reads poetry submissions for TriQuarterly Online, and writes book reviews for Three Percent and other websites.  He won first place in the 2009 Illinois Emerging Writers Competition and has published poems in various print and digital journals.  His first published short story will appear in the forthcoming issue of the Oklahoma Review.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. June 29, 2012 8:59 pm

    I enjoyed this poem a lot – everything gelled and read (aloud) nicely, with a pseudo-twist finish that elevated this above the usual well-written/poetic scene. Exemplary work!

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