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| ***BIO*** Michael D. Grover has been widely published in the small press, and has lived and performed all over the country. He now resides in Toledo, Ohio where he is a resident artist at the Collingwood Arts Center where he hosts the Tuesday night reading. Michael also runs Covert Press, sometimes into the ground but he keeps running. His newest chapbook is The Lost Love Poems, and plans to have a new one out later this Summer. |
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| Love Poems For Toledo #18 |
| by Michael D. Grover |
| Heard the fireworks tonight
After the Mudhens game, Realized this is where This Poem began. Toledo it is 11 o'clock Friday night. I am not belly up to some bar. I am drinking coffee reading Ginsberg, Searching for that eternal Poem. Life is that eternal Poem. We just translate it. Put it into words On a page like this page. I am putting down the words. Sweating as I write tonight. Like a fever coming over me, Or out of me. You rustbelt city Grown out of the middle of cornfields. You underdog like a Poet, Forever holding the potential For Poetry and hope. Took away your industry. Wrote you off for dead. You survive regardless, Just to show you can. I was brought here by chance. Poet, drifter, Looking for that place That I could beautify with culture. Where I could kick off the literary revolution Let it spread like wildfire. Look around, This is that place. It is what we are building, what we have done, what we are doing. I have found that place. This is where it begins and ends. As Sony Rollins ends, And I give him one more spin. Sidewalks cracked, Streets full of potholes, Streets like a jungle Full of survival instinct. Rough, the way I like it. Rough like a city forgotten. We are the forgotten of america. We are rising together. Nothing can stop it. Your war machine for profit. Ignoring, starving, killing your prophets. We are rising in the dark. Sharpening our words, Saving our voices For when it really matters. You can ignore us if you want, You'll never see it coming. |
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| Nov. 2009 |
| 127 |