Russ Vidrick

For the sunflower left in a friends milk shoot.

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
MY VOICE IS OLD A
ROTTING APLLE TICK
TOCK TICK TOCK I
AM DOING IT AGAIN
MY SWEET LOVER
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
WE SPOKE OF IT THE
OTHER DAY OH THE
DEVILS AND ANGELS
WE WILL SEE COME
LET US ENTER THE
BATH HOUSE SO WE
CAN BE ALIVE AND
BREATH ONCE AGAIN
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
SPRING COME AGAIN.

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Russ Vidrick loves love his Mom, Aunt Marty, Kathy Brunetti, and Uncle Pishta. He hosts poetry readings in obscure places in the Big City of Cleveland, OH with the enthusiasm of a morning dove startled from her perch in the brush near an algae pond.

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