Poem – Revue (By Rony Nair)

There’s the varnish. the wall. the tinder of grey, that give off the stench, of a world trying; in the pontificate.   the joke, the stretch. Monotones; That wonder whether to accost, Accede. An unfamiliar rotundity next to a soon to close bar.   I walk past those ponds you cropped thinking of the roads you traveled the gush sonorous. […]

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