In Stereo Press

for Matt Specht

by: Nicholas Michael Ravnikar

 

 bad reception: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Hello. Are you there? It’s me. It’s me. Hello? Are you there? Are you there? It’s me. Hello? Are you there? Are you?

Are you there? Hello? It’s me. It’s me hello. It’s it’s.

There. Me. Are you there? There?

Me you. It’s you. Are there me?

Hello. You are there. Hello.

You me. It’s you. Are me you? You are me. Hello. It’s are me are you. It’s are there.

Hello hello. It’s it’s it’s it’s. Me me me me. Are are are are. You you you you. There there there there.

You.

Me you me there you me it’s are hello there. Hello me. There are you there you hello me. It’s me. Hello there, you. It’s me there. It’s you. You, there. You are me.

You me you it’s me you there hello there are. You hello. Me hello you there you are there. It’s you. Hello there, me. It’s you there. It’s me. Me, there.

Are there you there? Are there me? Hello.

Are you hello there? Me.

You are hello hello. It’s me. Are you there?

Hello?

by: Nicholas Michael Ravnikar

 

 the pigeon: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Above the river bent over neat rail

I’m leaning on & “you’ve got to move,”

this guy says, all gums, and rolls a cigarette

one handed. “what are you doing?”

& no reason I tell him. I’m on the phone, too.

People always disturb me. Library rising

from the horizon and spin: all see the dead blocks

and almond-loafer feet of pedestrians. Still,

I worry about my cats who are with me

in my ears and dirty in their own. Sly brunette

and short, too, using her own pockets

more sexually than the situation calls for

Would you care? she walks by.

Continue Reading »