Three Poems
by Rich Glinnen Flat Face Fate Neck cords taught, Flexed, pale, under the Light Shrieking blood joy Like a Sausage casing Bursting Spot shadows Hide the light’s eyes Stream—arc calculated According to Hammurabi-- Finalizing in a Golden splash On my $1,000 Persian’s face For pissing On the new Couch. Cowgirl Gone Fishin' Bursting forth From the bathroom, A half-naked Dick-flapper, Lassoed with jeans, Inching ever closer To the white booty Above the fridge-- Sweet 99 cent Scott Upstairs, in line with Recent tradition, our neighbors Drag their oaken coffins Across their floorboards, Composing thunder For this shit-stained Cowboy On his Baby step Trek. Pealing Petals La Boehme convulsed Like a fish Before us During visiting hours Your dry lips Leaked Simmering syllables-- I strained to Hear the boil, Pored over the Chocolate stains For meaning Your hands: Cold with emptiness, Scorched with Purple galaxies, Reduced Magazine paragraphs and Shiny models to Fragments, chins And shins. |
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Rich Glinnen is a market researcher by day and a writer by night. He enjoys bowling, and drinking red wine with his cats at his home in Bayside, NY. His poesy can be read in the Lakewood House Organ, edited and published by the late Kenneth Warren, at Lingerpost.org, jazzcig.com, foliateoak.com, thevoicesproject.org, and richglinnen.tumblr.com. His girlfriend calls him Taco.
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