Philip Granof

Philip was born in Hollywood, California — in what is now the painted blue Church of Scientology's world headquarters — and grew up in the San Fernando Valley. He lives in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, and performs regularly at the Cantab Lounge and the Lizard Lounge in Cambridge. He brings to his poetry what only thirty-five years in corporate America can: an eye for the absurd and an ear for the elegiac.

“Antlers,” “Adirondack,” and “Fat Dog”

I wish I had antlers.
They’d stop the small talk.
Nothing too fancy, maybe 30 pounds,
four or five points per side.
Every spring they’d grow,
soft and velvety.
I’d rub them against
the sides of buildings and lamposts.
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