by | Nov 21, 2018 | Poetry

I met a guy
in the Village
he asked how long
was I staying
in the dream
we know
as New York City
from outside
I heard
a young woman
and strumming
a two-string
she changed
the words to
When a Man
Loves a Pretzel
I said I could stay
as long as night
as long as ice
for every day
a song changed
the beat of blood
through a body
as long as the jam
the crush the cram
remained fresh
or until
my money
ran out
and I hadn’t the legs
to chase it
SONG-CHANGER by Mark Russell

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About The Author


Mark Russell’s publications include Shopping for Punks (Hesterglock), Spearmint & Rescue (Pindrop), ℵ (the book of moose) (Kattywompus), and ا (the book of seals) (Red Ceilings). Other poems have appeared in Shearsman, Butcher’s Dog, Blackbox Manifold, and elsewhere.