The Poet's House

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  • Everybody Smokes Crack

    by Michael Plante Plumes released into the night skya million stars to play withstreet dancers call out to dreamerswanting more than they can handle. A piece of luxury upon my pipepays the rent above the soilhell pays the price when… Continue reading

  • A Death In Mimico

    by Michael Plante The time on the clock stopped at 12am.far off in the distance I could hear the motors of the waiting trainsthe sodium lights cast an orange hue into the darknessfrom the yard where the nightshift worked. The… Continue reading

  • Cheez Whiz Sandwiches

    by Michael Plante Pink motels along the highwayfornication with a syringeso blinded by the sickness I can’t seeany way around this life.When I was a child I never had a gunjust a stone I threw through a windowI was just… Continue reading