Tuesday, July 12, 2022

7th & Turner by Andrew Vuono

A Wise man once told me  
“I’m not a crackhead I’m a crack smoker”  Then Packed his fiddle with glaciers Blasting a melting trill that sounded  Like the fall of Rome  

As underserved  
School children  
With semi-retired crossing guards  Walked Across the brazen November  Crosswalks, threading  
Inbetween the hustlers 
 Stanced and leaning  
On cornerstore curbs  
Down the street from the  
Pedestrian only juice bar and  
multi million dollar hockey rink  As the dispossessed 
 Perch hopelessly across a ledge  Outside Nikita’s bar  

And these blight fueled merchants  Pinch packets, and vials  
From stashed crotches  
Thumbing bills in their pockets  Poaching purpled eyed 
 White boys who lurch by  
Hands clutched inside hoodies  Holding the answers  
To the questions  

What do you want 
 How much you need  

Already knowing  
There is no difference 
 Between want  
And need 
To those who give it all away  On 7th and Turner 




Andrew is a forklift certified art school drop out punk rock poet from Bethlehem, PA. Founder and Organizer of 610poetry, he believes that poetry belongs to everyone, especially the marginalized, disenfranchised and working class. He describes his work as “Post-industrial gothic”, touching on subjects such as drug addiction, homelessness, gentrification and hopelessness. When he’s not reading poetry or riding his forklift, he plays bass in a psychedelic gore-punk band called Gopher Guts and rollerblades



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