Tim Paggi


The flamingo in me’s gone
flaming into the sunset.
My penguin stares to its feet
and sees no precious stone.
My flying v vanishes–
its geese no longer
scream in a sky
of forgiving clouds.
A pigeon blinks, turns its head,
shuns me out of boredom.
I can’t even consume
this orange fried chicken
without tearing up
over all the lost feathers.


Tim Paggi was visited by his future self, who told him to embrace raprock and avoid “the tall man with the snakeskin boots.” His new chapbook Work Ethic is letterpressed, hand bound, and comes with an audiobook; get it at inkpressproductions.com

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