Untitled 2 by William C. Blome

Huffing, huffing in a peach orchard,
trying to reach ripe clings for the likes of you,
and wishing I could take a load off
on any lower branch that’s still too high
for even my Great Dane to arch and woof
and spray upon: oh I have zero doubt
I could have been swell pals with Mussolini,
a baldy Benito stomping the railyards
while his bullwhip dragged the ground around
the many ties he crossed, and as I say,
that’s my-guy Benny puffing like a prostitute
just to make the choo-choos come on time.

William C. Blome
William C. Blome writes poetry and short fiction. He lives wedged between Baltimore and Washington, DC, and he is a master’s degree graduate of the Johns Hopkins University Writing Seminars. His work has previously seen the light of day in such wondrous places as In Between Hangovers, Poetry London, PRISM International, Fiction Southeast, Phenomenal Literature, and The California Quarterly.

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