In 1970, after hearing Jerry Rubin speak, Mike Puican hitchhiked from a little town in Pennsylvania to Chicago to join the revolution. He is still waiting for that revolution to happen. Since then, he has lived in Chicago and Toronto. His poetry has been published in the US and Canada in journals such as: Another Chicago Magazine, Malahat Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, New England Review and Parthenon West.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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