Although I make believe I'm nonchalant I feel just like a giggling debutante I'm titillated if the girl should flaunt her attitude, with foot croisée devant, my lungs expand with her grand battement to distraction. What matter that I can't by Frank Decanio | Artwork by Degas |
Frank Decanio was born in New Jersey. His cultural home is New York City. He’s written more than 1000 poems, and loves music of all kinds, from Bach to Zap Mamma. Shakespeare, Sylvia Plath, Dylan Thomas & Alan Ginsberg are some of the writers he enjoys reading. He attends a bi-weekly Café Philo in Manhattan. Schopenhauer & Kierkegaard are his philosophers of choice.
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