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  • Tohm Bakelas

Forevermore / “september haiku” / “one for the old gang i never see”

By Tohm Bakelas

forevermore i'm just a restless soul on a dead end road and there's no place to go “september haiku” where do rusty trains go to sleep when the conductors go home to die? “one for the old gang i never see” drunk, out with friends, we talk old times and sing sad songs— we go home alone Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He has published 13 chapbooks. He runs Between Shadows Press.
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