We used to meet at thisenclosed bus stop.Glassed in, like ablurry-eyed goldfish.Diesel morning sadness.We were drunks, dead, andstill dreaming.There was Chuck, Dog,LeftyLuckyand Beth.We shared our minusculeamounts of liquor, and sangold Motown favorites."Mama said there'd be dayslike this."These were the...

The mediocre march into oblivionwhile watching TikTok videosand never reading a book or writing apoem.They don't know the difference betweenan orchid or an iris.The mediocre march intomadness sleeping untilnoon, while neglectingBukowski and Mozart.They don't know howto play an instrument.No idea what...

She left me likeBrutus left Caesarlike a shark attack.My back was bent andbleeding, and I was wellversed in delirium.She had the electricityshut off the day aftershe abandoned me, and I drankmyself into a new oblivion.There were kittens inthe wall--shadows...