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Two Poems by Erek Smith

Posted in Erek Smith with tags on December 3, 2009 by Scot

 I’m Beginning To Understand J.D. Salinger

it’s just not safe out there anymore
even the ones that don’t want to mug you
or murder you
are so wrapped up in their clothes
and their cars
and their money making schemes
you can’t trust any of them
the panic and bile in my gut
only retreats when i’m in my room
left alone to confer
with the dead
and the

Sitting In The Pew
on Mother’s Day morning.
My mother
beamed with pride
her three kids
in a row beside her
like ducklings.
It didn’t matter
that I didn’t
believe in god.
It was the first time
I’d seen her smile
in two weeks.

wrong conversation by John Grochalski

Posted in John Grochalski with tags on December 1, 2009 by Scot

you see
without kerouac i don’t know
what would’ve become of me
maybe i’d have become some office drone
or a teacher living in the suburbs
with a wife
and two kids that i hate
or i would’ve stayed in the warehouse.
it was his message and that verse
that got me
it’s what i tried to emulate for years
or recreate in my own stuff
the exuberance
the joy
but i’ve never been a joyful person
i’m spiteful and mean most
of the time
i never saw things with any kind
of holy glee
humanity has been a horror to me
ever since i was a child
and that might be why
i picked up bukowski
and fante, and all of those stone cold
why i like ray carver stories
i don’t know
that stuff just seemed real to me
like their guts were spilled out
on the street
instead of being stuffed up buddha’s asshole
don’t get me wrong
i still love kerouac
and i still get that tingle of youth
when i read on the road
it’s ginsberg and corso
and all the rest
that i can do without now.
and don’t get me started on gary snyder.
i just don’t care for that
shit anymore.
that’s nice, she said,
but can we get back to talking
about why
you don’t want to
go to dinner
with my family
and your family
next friday night?