Stephen Zabaldo Poems

Curious this affair named family,
a terrible and beautiful thing;
the bane and anchor of my sanity.
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As winter's white succumbs to ebb,
Moraine strewn highway spans ahead.
Embattled stretch; asphalt; concrete
Dismal hostage revealed beneath.
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in those languid moments of synaptic stupor pierogi and borscht settle in a sour cream dollop of reverie
aunt vi and the fifty pound lasagna of spoiled cheese
vic and grace -good bread good meat, good god let's eat—pass the biscuits please
wally was like a father to me
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I have been afflicted
with a fine ecstasy.
No semblance of
rational consideration,
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