A sheepdog was loose on the streets a fashion shoot near M\u00fcnsterbr\u00fccke. or the heavens\u2019 bank account. Only lupus. At Cabaret Voltaire, I played \u201cmalarkey.\u201d Later on, at the hostel, I and Little Mermaid out of water. She <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Beneath promiscuous stars \u2013 The next day a Semana Santa A flamenco in the sonnet-like The day after the pub crawl, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n JAKE SHEFF<\/strong> is a major and pediatrician in the US Air Force. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in The Cossack Review<\/a><\/em>, Crab Orchard Review<\/a><\/em>, Radius<\/a> <\/em>and elsewhere. Jake won first place in the 2017 Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association<\/a> (FSPA) speculative poetry contest. His chapbook, Looting Versailles<\/em>, was published by Alabaster Leaves<\/a> in 2013.\u00a0You can find out more on his blog<\/a> and follow him on Twitter @Jake_Sheff<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Neutral Knife A sheepdog was loose on the streets of Z\u00fcrich. We climbed the clock tower of St. Peter\u2019s church and saw it run by a fashion shoot near M\u00fcnsterbr\u00fccke. The lake reflected the sun like an inverted clock… Continue Reading
\nof Z\u00fcrich.<\/strong> We climbed the clock tower
\nof St. Peter\u2019s church and saw it run by<\/p>\n
\nThe lake reflected the sun like an
\ninverted clock tower for the underworld<\/p>\n
\nthirty minutes later, the sun gave
\nthe city a malar rash, like your sister\u2019s<\/p>\n
\nfootsie with the birth of Dadaism; you
\ntaught our Dutch companion to say<\/p>\n
\nwalked in on her about to use the bath
\nand left for Copenhagen; the sex museum<\/p>\n
\nmust have been the most copied
\nstatue in the world, like Aphrodite;
\nanother version of the Swiss Army.<\/p>\nBarcelona<\/h1>\n
\na sky with more blue periods than
\nthe rain \u2013 the tapas
\nof tilapia and sole
\nbeckon the spring breakers.
\nThe rats in the alley are inquisitive.<\/p>\n
\nprocession moves along the narrow
\ncobblestone gothic quarter
\nlike shadows in the daylong sun.
\nThe shades of siesta persist
\nin a midnight and crimson slant.<\/p>\n
\ndusk gives us all the belladonna
\nblues. The Sagrada Familia
\ntowers over the sidewalk and passersby
\nlike a birthday cake, telling you,
\n\u201cIt\u2019s easier to keep up with the past.\u201d<\/p>\n
\ndrinking espresso and cheap wine
\nlike chimps, we walk
\nat Park G\u00fcell and talk about
\nMadrid among the flaming bells
\nof spring, the calamity of caladium.<\/p>\n
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