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  Sean Flynn

  

  By TAR11, Allison Park, PA

  Sean Flynn’s phone rang and he permitted it to do so several times before answering to assure the caller on the other end that he was not as desperate as they believed. “Hello?” He said it in the form of a question although he knew full well who was on the receiving end. “What news...
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  Con Partner

  

  By TAR11, Allison Park, PA

  I’m headed down South with my Con Partner To scam off the Mississippi line The Sheriff can chase us but remember He don’t know my name neither do I I was working the wheel in Saratoga Grounded by every daily grind My partner told me over a smoker Of the corporate illusion hid behi...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The American Machine

  

  By TAR11, Allison Park, PA

  If a dog were the minister how many men would attend Mass? If Mustafa drowned his doubt in spirits would the Sheik raise up his glass? “There must be a way to Freedom” said the man to his ball and chain He’s been talking like he’s leaving but he just can’t get away A bridge rail i...
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  Donny's Inferno

  

  By TAR11, Allison Park, PA

  To put it rather bluntly, he wasted eighteen years becoming an adult and in that time he developed absolutely no opinions except for the stray, ineffable few that came inherently with the territory. Pacing with a phantom nothing chasing him he swung the wild church doors from their hinges and follo...
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  Ghoulsby's Wake

  

  By TAR11, Allison Park, PA

  It was in his twenty-third year of self-promotion that Blazen Ghoulsby first recognized himself as a pot of gold. He preferred to speak mostly of his own accomplishments whereas others were more inclined to listen to him and he knew that they were interested because he knew how great he was. His p...
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  From The Hilltop

  

  By TAR11, Allison Park, PA

  From a bluff above the countryside They’ve set a camera up And as their cassette flickers on the screen the neon lights flare up And then that Arizona sheriff Said, “Mr. Obama, build this wall!” Holds his magnifying glass on ant hills Until the day he gets the call Then he rides ...
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  Anonymous' Inferno

  

  By TAR11, Allison Park, PA

  If you can strum on an acoustic A penchant’s pride will hear you play A summer’s gale ago, I had a friend who would comply Of my religion, mind, and state --- of my defect and alibi But burdened by the walls I’ve noticed, I’ve been alone for quite some time… The notes you negotiate ...