Fire & Ice at Graziano’s

Fire & Ice at Graziano’s He tumbles from the deepgurgle of an idling chariot,slinks away into the balmy blue of night with a shimmy;all shuffle and spin as heturns on a dime, pops the air & slides on over—like it’s show time in Vegasunder the din of light. Tonight he will drink alone;torpid dreams ofContinue reading “Fire & Ice at Graziano’s”

Trash Talk at the Presser

Trash Talk at the Presser Y’all have to wonder abouttheir affectations of slam champand how they get to dishout the straps these days.It’s enough to make me want todig out my old highlight reels. The way he enters the ringall bug eyed with chest heaving,juiced up to the max with postmodernist metaphors; his treetrunk armsContinue reading “Trash Talk at the Presser”

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