The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 –2178


Volume-3                                                      DECEMBER -2013                                           Number-2



 by Thomas Piekarski


He was kept after school

due to acute insubordination.

He fought substantiation,

a train at the roundhouse

getting loaded with coal.


He weathered transmigration

across riven continents

to make a stand as a race

that in time gained ground.


He tossed formulas down

crevices of secret canyons,

learned his lessons

devoid of impressions.


In accordance his teacher

made him recite ABCs

backwards endlessly.






Hat Trick

 By Thomas Piekarski


My shoulders pressed firmly

against the back wall

of McFly’s nightclub

on Saturday night.

Capitalist ESPN beams

Giants battling Dodgers.

Budweiser ubiquitous,

the assembly salubrious,

will reach fever pitch

once music commences.


Then a commercial:

the black bear

bounces a basketball

between its hind legs

like a Harlem Globetrotter.


The best mudder won

the Derby this afternoon.

Subway cars ramble,

rattle in my ears

like bulletproof cobras.