Archive for December, 2017

Edge of Wheel by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on December 3, 2017 by Scot

 

the other day
I watched a woman
throw
a plastic
drinking straw

out
the window
of her Camry

after
almost
clipping me
with
her car

her hair
held
up
super tight
with a
synthetic claw

one hand
holding
a smoking cigarette
the other
clutching a squawking
cell phone

how
the hell
she was driving …

I just
didn’t know

maybe,
the kid
riding next to her
had her hand
on the edge of wheel
or maybe
she’s using elbows
to work it
out

either way
the pedestrian
lady
she almost
nailed
in the parking
lot

didn’t seem
to notice
or miss a beat
pushing
her grocery
cart

distracted
by
her own vices.

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between sharing cigarettes and asking for money by J.J. Campbell

Posted in J.J. Campbell with tags on December 3, 2017 by Scot

 

a homeless
guy once told
me the easiest
way to cure
heartbreak
was to never
fall in love in
the first place

sound logic
from a man
married to a
new brown
paper bag
each and
every day

i told him
that wasn’t
practical
for myself

a relentless
romantic
doomed
from the
start

he laughed
and muttered
something about
a useless martyr

we all have
our battles
kid

choose the best
lover with the
weakest right
cross

after defeating hitler by Justin Hyde

Posted in Justin Hyde with tags on December 3, 2017 by Scot

after defeating hitler

the longshoremen
in france
were on strike

army couldn’t ship him
back to the farm
in gorwin iowa

we played baseball
& went to the movies
in paris
for two months

i ask
what else he did
besides
play baseball
& go to the movies

slowly
he unfurls
his ninety-five year old
index finger

up
in the air

dancing it

through continents
centuries
like a bull

through the grateful
long-legged women
along the
champs-elysees.

Jimmy Skins A Sucker by Robert Halleck

Posted in Robert Halleck with tags on December 3, 2017 by Scot

 

We walked out the door into
fifteen minutes of break time.

Woody’s food truck and Jimmy
the knife trader were waiting.

Woody had Susie Darling on his
over amped sound system,

greasy donuts, and oily coffee.
Jimmy had knives and day old

bananas, oranges, and apples.
With a sly grin he opened his

latest find—A Buck Open
Season Skinner knife.

The rugby scrum formed
as the blade snapped open.

He cut a piece of paper to
show the razor edge on the blade.

We needed that knife. Jimmy
had one easy way to buy:

cash on the barrelhead, no
money down, no credit plan.

The break was short.
Jimmy made a sale.

The urban hunters went
back into 100 degree heat.