Frankie Metro

Sudafed Boxwine Tent

He stumbles out of the tent
with box wine and sudafed,
taking naps only when
he can sit still enough
to remember that he's a poet
from the city,
that the glass hearts of every
dead word rests
in the fact that
he's gonna have someone
to help him on his feet
when he falls headfirst
into another
crotch that's unfamiliar.




Frankie Metro's recent full length poetry collection A.P.C is now available through Kleft Jaw Press. He also writes book/music reviews for Unlikely Stories and has been published in numerous online/print journals. 

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