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| ***BIO*** A Pa. native, Lester currently resides in the hills of Western New York where he lives with his two cats Geoffrey and Wyatt. His work has recently been welcomed by: Posey, Blacklisted Magazine and The New York Quarterly. He can be reached at: lesterallen@outgun.com. |
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| by Lester J. Allen |
| in the bathroom,
the sun outside working in through the frosted glass. the cat sits on my shoulders trying to see what there is to see while I am busy pinching one off. I am unable to tell now as always where I end and the rest begins. outside, through the frost somewhere a city pushes into the wood I put my eyes there but cannot smell the bright expressions of children the moan and glorious hump of days. a congressman on pharisaic feet foots the streets, thinks himself a minor god, I think of him much differently, while staring down into the watery bowl wishing that the rest of it could be dealt with this easily. |
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| Mar. 2010 |
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