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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Julie Bolt

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The volcanic beats bubble
through the concrete. We revere
those rhythmic manipulations of vinyl,
the divination of "The Message."

We are unvirginal disciples;
Emigrants of DR, Palestine, Trinidad
But me: echoing Kansas, channeling Bronx,
Crouching hopeful at the jowls
of Alphabet City.

Waiting for our Golgotha even
after shrunken time McGapified
and lulled it, lulled us —
Rolexes skipping grooves
on our wristhearts,
while the scattered skulls laugh