Automated Grub Street

by Mark Jones


On the early-morning
dark and dingy
jolt
-ing, bolting
teeming, screaming
stark and stingy
crowded bi-state bus (state-of-the-art
metropolitan miracle of public transit),
the great American novel
was
written.
They summarize, criticize, anthologize
it: poetry.

See, the lines are crooked.

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