ISSUE 3: WINTER 2016 / POETRY

“Twelve Lines” by Boona Daroom

BY BOONA DAROOM

This case is really quite laudatory in the sense
that missed connections between prostitutes
and lovelorn johns decorated like a 1930s hotel
and cocktail lounge which encompasses all floors
of a museum’s famously quirky triangular design
disappointed Thomas Jefferson and John Adams
seething over the sky-high housing prices in Alaska
from Anchorage to Seattle and onward to Dubai
I leaned back in my chair under the bright light
the lamp company executives ruled out
human error lit a cigarette I poured myself a
from a pot of windswept land and began to read.

 


Boona Daroom’s work has appeared in LIT, SOFTBLOW, Monday Night, among other places. He lives in Brooklyn.

 

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