My novel is "finished," but I'm on my last read-through I'm still making small alterations. Here are two poems I changed this morning. They were originally on the cutting room floor, but I've put them back in. Both are written by Roosevelt, a graffiti artist/poet in NYC.

The Original Haiku:

Skyscrapers in sight—

lush life—the Big Apple's ripe

for another bite.

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The New (in italics):

the skyline invites

the night—the big apple’s ripe

for another bite.

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The Original:

fluorescent beats color the pages,

lifestyle stories so quaint.

empty spray cans from drunken stages,

solid lines, but hollow paint.

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The New (in italics):

Fluorescent fictions color my pages,

the sincere truth so faint.

Empty spray cans from drunken stages,

solid lines, but hollow paint.

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