It sings: Vernon Frazer’s new poetry on G(ob)bet
Man, this will rock your socks off:
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Whistles in the night
forebode the telling murmur, a half-sea dread
regal as the perch of bottled urgency whose
natal settings cast in a single stanza left to graze
the stagnant meat of its heart-felt emporium….
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