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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.