Beatific Misfits

Nerds in clothes which suit them

Hoods don leather and chains

Babes with roots and mohair boots

graffiti, tattoos and half-baked brains

Toddlers in second hand strollers

boys with exposed bods

rollerbladers meet skateboarders

passed out junkie on the sidewalk, nods

yes, the East Village appeals to me

the mysteries I might not know

perhaps it’s a rhythm one cannot hear,

a harmony that seamlessly flows

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About Robert Vaughan

Originally from NY, writer, editor, and workshop leader, his poems and fiction are widely published in print and online magazines, such as Necessary Fiction, BlazeVOX, Connotation Press, Metazen, Thrice, Literary Orphans and Housefire. He is Senior Flash editor at JMWW and Lost in Thought magazines and leads round- tables for Redoak Writing. He is a six times Pushcart Prize Nominee and his fiction and poetry have won awards, including a Micro-Fiction runner-up (2012) and twice a finalist in the Gertrude Stein Fiction Award (2013-14). His collections are: Microtones (Cervena Barva Press); Diptychs + Triptychs + Lipsticks + Dipshits (Deadly Chaps): Addicts & Basements (Civil Coping Mechanisms) and RIFT, co-authored with Kathy Fish (Unknown Press).
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5 Responses to Beatific Misfits

  1. Andrea says:

    It sure used too. I’ll be on 2nd and 11th later…I’ll let you know.

  2. Tom Froehlich says:

    Entertaining Robert, but I far prefer your dialogue. However it’s great to step outside and stretch yourself on occasion.

  3. Shari says:

    I disagree with Tom, and feel like these images are powerful and I like the energy of the poem. The only part that felt off a little for me was the last four lines. The offbeat energy of the setup fell away and it suddenly switches tone as a result. Just keep working at your poetry Robert. You are so talented and poems are ever-changing.

  4. Tutu Ubuntu says:

    although we have seen these people you have compelling imagery developed here to portray them in a unique and refreshing way. the last four lines could use some development.

  5. david says:

    cold blue steel out of money… one eye for the beat police.. sweet fire calling you… you can’t deny it…

    White Lily

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