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art – begets – reality rag

Boston Poetry Magazine

by Anggo Genorga
( dedicated to Catfish McDaris )


there’s a sex joke i know which
tells about a man who came
to the city and crossed paths w/ a
hooker who asked him for sex;
inside the cheap hotel, the hooker
got hot and obliged the man for a 69
but gave up & quit when the hooker
let out a stink right on his face &
the man in a raised voice sayin’ he
wouldn’t be able to take the next 68.

this shit happened to me —­

except i was on top and there was
a bit of turd that came out and the
hooker almost punched me in the face
& went out screaming clutching her
bra on her left hand and running back to
her pimp. my ass almost got kicked by
a bunch of thugs waiting outside hoping
to get some piece of the…

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one for the summer

Boston Poetry Magazine

by Anggo Genorga


we were standing on
a shoulder deep waters
barefooted and bodies
holding on to each other
blue waters with little fishes
swimming in circles
corals and sea shells
and the whitest sands
one could ever see all
underneath our feet; kids
playing with their volleyballs
and toyboats and their folks
calling out on them to eat
their breakfast first under
that lovely morning sun
shining above…
it was summer and
we were invited for this
gathering for a weekend
prayer meeting on a beach.
my girlfriend then was a
born-again christian. and
i remember the boy who was
diving near us wearing his
brand new goggles on and
seeing us both half naked
and fucking — poor kid,
i wonder what he made up
about what he saw after that.
i wonder if we ever crossed
his mind over the years like
i think about him now.

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The Midnight on The Stroll Poetry Contest Finalists

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