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Mike Jurkovic

Mike Jurkovic: First chapbook, Purgatory Road, published by Pudding House Press, 2010. Semi-finalist, 2008 Codhill Press Chapbook Competition & 2009 finalist in Bright Hill Literary Center full length book competition, Purgatory Road. Poems have appeared/are forthcoming in over one hundred national & international literary magazines. Anthologies: WaterWrites & Riverine (Codhill Press, 2009, 2007); Will Work For Peace (Zeropanik,1999). Currently co-director of Calling All Poets in Beacon, NY. CD reviews appear in Elmore Magazine, Folk & Acoustic Music Exchange, & the Van Wyck Gazzette. The Rock ‘n Roll Curmudgeon appeared in Rhythm & News Magazine 1996-2003. www.mikejurkovic.com

It Was a Nice Day

You never walk New York
the same way twice
and that’s redemptive.
Reluctant servants stumble freely,
siphoning meat and whiskey.

I once thought your club was cool,
but it’s a clan of criminal lovers
whose teeth don’t match.
Whose peevish complaints
annoy me. Whose game shows
leave me
isolated.

I only blew up the building
because I could. It was a nice day,
fat tourists choking on cheap gasoline.

I only blew up the building
because my back was up
against the wall
and I needed recreation.
Because I wanted to,
had to. The line between gang
and government
gone.

Walking Croton Point

On the rocks along the reservoir
I found a bra
ravaged by season.

Our nescience, heady,
held its sway

and we fucked
menacingly, like weather
tears a town from memory.

We fucked between
negotiations amid
carnivores, who,
catching our scent
zeroed in for the kill.

We fucked
and everyone knew it.
I am the one who forgot.

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