Thursday’s Poem – John Forest Gump
From: Junebug Subject: Hi Big Jonny, here’s a poem I wrote about one of my customers. I’ve recited it many times but haven’t written it Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – John Forest Gump
Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
From: Junebug Subject: Hi Big Jonny, here’s a poem I wrote about one of my customers. I’ve recited it many times but haven’t written it Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – John Forest Gump
God damn. From: Pistol Pete Subject: Re: Holy Moroni! I am the scorcher! Please observe The curve That appertains to my spine! With head ducked Continue reading Thursday’s Poem? – I am the scorcher!
In the kitchen When my grandmother would come visit us, she would sit at the kitchen table with her can of beer and bitch as Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – In the kitchen
What We Wish For You were what every high school boy dreams of. good looking, a little older, forgiving of my age and inexperience. You Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – What We Wish For
Traffic I can hear the traffic out on the interstate through my window at night. And, on occasion, I also hear the lonely whistle of Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Traffic
5 times I have deleted my post. 5 times I have written 5 times I have deleted 5 times I have tried 5 times and Continue reading 5 Times
Beauty and the beast My newish Subaru has a drinking problem. It swills coolant And then, feverishly, pukes it back up. The ’83 Toyota pickup Continue reading Thursday’s Poem: Beauty and the beast
Two in from Mr. Bussman this week, a haiku and a poem. Jake hates poetry poetry is good for you I kind of hate Jake. Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Snake Haiku & How to Cut the Cord
He has it Learning to intertwine the secular sounding Rhythms of his cool jazz with a voice of my own My brother has always been Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – He has it
The Newspaper The newspaper came at 2:30 am, tonight. Yesterday, it didn’t come at all. I’d complain if I only knew who to. or if Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – The Newspaper
Elegy for a man I barely knew You were a good friend of my dads. College buddies, drinking beer and chasing girls. You married friends, Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Elegy for a man I barely knew
Whats my name? Fuck you, that’s my name.