I’m walking along the street, the summer laid out before me, somehow dangling between what is and what could be, and the title The 1000 Blows That Killed My World pops into my mind.
Is it a response to the G-20 Joke Choke that was here in Toronto this past weekend? Better to break a g-string than a promise, I say.
This poem/monologue/duologue, aka poemologue, is at its beginning…have a look.
Add your blows and send my way…firstname.lastname@example.org.
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