Poetry: “Nothing New” by M.R. Harris

Brave new world when this mustachioed, tousle-haired old geezer met this brash young rich kid with the slicked spikes and soul patch, mister ennuied-with-the-world begat the devil-may-care millionaire, and Paige typesetters melted into West Egg moonshine. He put down the three martinis and clamped on a New England hard-hat, then went out frothing foam, having … Continue reading Poetry: “Nothing New” by M.R. Harris

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