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Bart Solarczyk

Tami

Every inch a mile
& every clock eternity

I miss you, I stay drunk
I’m on my way. 



Three Months Now

The side of my neighbor’s house
looks like a yellow brick skull
with a green hedge beard
& dirty window eyes 

it watches past the driveway
watches me drink backyard beer
watches while I kiss 
the silver pipe

watches like it knows something 
I don’t but I do
gone three months now
she’s not coming back. 



Purple Hair & Podcasts
                       (for Ne’Cole)

Pain shapes our paths 
in ways
we’d rather not walk 

yet we arrive
voices breaking air
still sexy.



Bart Solarczyk lives in Pittsburgh, PA with his daughter, dog and cat. His poems have recently appeared in Big Hammer, The Razor’s Wine, Rasputin, Winedrunk Sidewalk and The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette. He appears in G.A.S. #3, a Gypsy Art Show video that can be viewed on YouTube, reading five of his poems. His book Tilted World is available from Low Ghost Press and on Amazon. 

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