Me and the Small Talk Angel by pd lyons

Me and the Small Talk Angel

At the gallery today,
Among the masks I thought
Of Morrison.
I thought of that black woman.
I thought of the past,
Remembering the future.
Pleased that knowledge
Only brings more secrets.
Sitting out on the concrete,
Rolling another cigarette,
Chatting with the small talk angel
I pass over the smoke.


as published by Shit Creek Review issue 7


in those days being in exile from the city I’d spend a lot of time hanging out in new haven. it was close by to Waterbury and it was not Waterbury and reminded me a little to Manhattan. especially around the Yale buildings on chapel ave. etc. i had just come out of the gallery and sat on the wall smoking and chatting hence the poem. shit creek review was an on line magazine out of Australia. i sent them a few things because i really wanted to be published by a magazine with such a cool name. they were nice enough to accept.


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