The fruits of my labor should be judged by some sort of sky that trickles down blood droplets,
A.G. spent a lifetime lying to his readers, telling them porky pie’s about “god”, how it wouldn’t
matter if he is real or not, how beautiful he is nonetheless…

That’s what a stomach full of obliviousness and cum gets you.
I, the desolate alley am alright with people leaving their mark on the concrete mindscape,
dragging the knuckles of inadequacy across a withered but not yet disappeared jawline…

How the mud has hardened around your sober heart,
It’s utopian palpitations
They really make one wonder why they were even interested in the first place…
You need to be reminded of barbarity and the outer reaches of deviance.

A great white shark doesn’t want to eat you,
He just wants you to know that he’s there
Swimming in the exact same water.

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Joe Sonnenblick (He/him)
Joe Sonnenblick is a Native New Yorker who was a regular contributor to the now defunct Citizen Brooklyn magazine. Joe has been featured in publications such as In Parentheses for their sixth volume of poetry, The Academy Of The Heart And Mind, Impspired Magazine, The Bond Street Review, Spectra Poets Issue #1, Throats To The Sky, El Portal, and Burn This Motherfucker Down. Joe has read up and down the East Coast and is shopping his first full book of poetry around to publishers.