Saturday, June 4, 2016

A Poem by Victor Clevenger


because it
rains in Hell too;

we can grow
and sell
roses to all

the lovers like
us, on these
hot tar streets

for eternity.

Selected pieces of Victor Clevenger's work have appeared at, or are forthcoming in, Chiron Review; The Beatnik Cowboy; Dead Snakes; Blink Ink; Zombie Logic Review; Rat's Ass Review; Lady Chaos Press; Your One Phone Call; Bad Acid Laboratories, Inc.; Horror Sleaze Trash; UFO Gigolo, among several others.  His latest collection is titled, In All These Naked Pictures Of Us.

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