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that publishes Surrealist poetry in English.
 
 
 Issue Fourteen
 
 
 JOHN GREINER  
No One Reads History Books
 
 
 My army is out of sight,
 in the bushes,
 shivering beside
 moldering roaches
 that Noah couldn't reach.
 
 I was once a sailor,
 so how I ended
 here is simply
 the end result
 of Odysseus's mismanagement.
 
 Join up and climb a tree,
 tie your boot laces
 with a noose
 made purposeless.
 March of time.
 
 No one reads the history books.
 No one writes down noteworthy remarks.
 No one is on the make.
 The tasks are not met,
 nor are the historical imperatives.
 
 My army has dispersed,
 taken off to the sea
 where all of the ships have sunk
 along with their land loving sailors.
 I wade out.
 
 
 
 
 Walter Cronkite
 
 Tongue held tight
 
 in
the houseThrough
the air the orgy flies departon
fire.
 
 while the mosquitos remain
 licking lust in flames,
 an appropriate ending.
 
 John F. Kennedy was shot
 sixty years ago today
 the children of America
 have forgotten Walter Cronkite's name.
 
 
 
 
 
 John Greiner
is a writer and visual artist living in New York City.  He was
educated at the New School for Social Research.  His work has
appeared in Antiphon, Sand Journal,
Otoliths, Survision, Sein und Werden, Empty Mirror, Sensitive Skin,
Unarmed, Street Value, etc. His books of poetry include In an Attic Palace Beneath a Slaughtered
Sky (Arteidolia Press), Circuit
(Whiskey City Press), Turnstile
Burlesque (Crisis Chronicles Press) and Bodega Roses (Good Cop/Bad Cop
Press).
 
 
 
 
 
    
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