“…”
he said, smiling
like a president’s
press secretary
(which he was)
twisting the turning
world’s wires
(which he was)
clouding shadowy
strategies
(which he
coaxing personal
apocalypse
was)
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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