Big tears idling down the boulevards with a roar,
The summers were noisy, hot and expensive,
And if the rest of the neighborhood puts five sugars
A rough state, not that there aren’t others,
But there’s little time for speculation
How much do you pay for one? I don’t.
I bet she works in a lawyer’s office.
It was time to watch out for the hurricane watch,
That lead to Rome, where the angel ambushed us.
“It’s not easy.”
There’s no opportunity that can’t be squandered,
Ian Ganassi’s poetry, prose and translations have appeared in numerous literary magazines, including New England Review, Ploughshares, Octopus, Trickhouse, Sawbuck, Denver Quarterly, and American Letters & Commentary. This spring, selections from a collage project with painter Laura Bell were included in a group show at Zone Contemporary Art in Manhattan.