Three Poems by Jack T. Marlowe

in lieu of psychotherapy

i sing this
song in exile
sleepless on
hammered
pillow, and i
am unfed love
bleeding at
the mouth

a broken
wheel, an
unloaded
revolver
a skeptic’s
roulette
of stilted
ambition
staggering
toward self-
loathing

and i am
mothwing
suicide
with
one eye
on the
funeral
urn and
one foot
on the
dimmer
switch
************


old school blues

ol’ blind Manny
says there’s
nothing new
under the sun
as he sings
the old school
blues, and the
seasons ramble
on, the gamblers
keep shuffling
the deck
and thrift-shop-
anything is
the “new black”
while Jesus is
the new down-
and-out hipster
messiah, turning
water into
Mad Dog 20/20
beneath the I-45
overpass, the
sleight of hand-
rolled cigarette
smoke ascend-
ing: a panhandler
prayer for the
sinners above
stuck in 5pm
traffic and still
listening to
oldies on the
AM radio

************

caw, caw

how fat
the new
scarecrow
has grown

while the
cornfield
is a sea
of green

the rains
come
plentiful
and the
straw man
would love
to take
the credit

another
empty
suit
stuffed
with the
profits of
unsung
labor

until dis-
content
finds its
wings

and the
market
trends
murder-
ous

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