on walden pond

quiet desperation
equates to the
matchbooks
they scrape and snort
white lines up the snoot
transcendental hedgerows
that crawl inside your skull
growing like lichen and moss
i’m skating on my head
henry david
‘cause the lake says so
insofar as it speaks at all
something gutted my brain nodules
with a bladed knife
i’m so empty
I can only look out
long enough
to watch the evening
spread and die
contemplation
in the name of the death
of wisdom

--Ronald V. Micci

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A native New Yorker, Ron is a prolific author of plays, screenplays, novels, and short stories, from the sublime to the irreverent, many available for perusal on the Booksie website as well as Amazon.com.  A published playwright (Brooklyn/Heuer Publishers), former magazine editor and advertising proofreader, his one-acts have been staged in Manhattan and throughout the country.  Fleas on the Dog magazine website has published two of his pieces in issues No. 13 and 14. ​