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128

reunion housewarming

hello the fluff
of the
written world,
mr. poetry.

you walked out the door
and forgot to hide the
lock key.

now inside,
i find the innards of used sweat,
bad contractors,
older kids,
blood from forgotten scabs,
the detris of beauty,
and my
foggy reflection in
the mirror.

as i traverse floor to
floor of
my
wonderful
abode of mr. poetry,
i forget
myself,
then remember myself
in lighter versions
of deja vu.

and as i ready to
rifle straight into
the spokes of
light
out of
the light of mr. poetry,
i hold up
short.

stop.

turn around
and come straight
back into
the
heartbeat tornado
to squeeze a little more
from the used lemon
rhine
because
that's how
we
fix
things
around
this
house.

the polite rejection (a good break-up)

Joe,

Thank you for allowing us the opportunity to read your work. We enjoyed your poetry, found them very amusing. Unfortunately, we only consider prose poetry. If you have any, we encourage you to submit it for consideration.

Thank you again and best of luck.

Ian Golding, Editor
The Interrobang
www.theinterrobang.org

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Published: Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Joe Dimino is a local artist.

fictional healing

I like
to call
the creamy,
yet clear
medical ointment that
is everyone's pal
in healing endeavors
Neil Sporren
instead of neosporin.

Makes me think
that this miracle tube of
healing salve is a person
like Neil Armstrong
traversing
the moon crater
of my scrapes and cuts.

last night,
a bit past one in the morning,
my wife slipped into bed,
i held her
and she asked just before
we were gonna dream,
'what are boobs
like for boys?'

i said,
'balls.'

she didn't say anything
as night
settled us on the tram
into the next sleepy moment.

life today

if twitter tries to kill poetry
i'm gonna arm a hefty arsenal of haiku
to go in and start shredding
the tweets into bits.

music today

every time

i see

a splay of 
tattered 

old
 cassette 
tapes 

lopping around

on the side our

american highways

i find it
the most 
apt

way to summarize

the failed music industry

of today

as they hold onto 
tatters of the past

while the now and future

blaze along with 
digital precision

at the

speed of a sonic

boom

that woke all of 
us years

back while 
the big record execs

sit in their posh

high rises with 
thick headphones on 
trying to hear

the next note on another

album that won't 
hit

a

sales

quota.

pissclampoetryaward

Joefiles Cover to Cover: 1994 - 2010

First Screenplay Circa 1994

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