Love Poem For Cait

This way
crawl slowly
bleed against the glass

your voodoo chef
is cooking
lumpy gravy.

 

Crow Junkie

Down to the boneyard
with a fistful
of black beaks
to buy new feathers

eye to eye
with the crow
rising on fresh wings

safely murdered
until I need again.

 

Too Sweet

Strapped
to the gurney

I grunt

& pass your sugar
like a stone.

 
 
          blues
  by bart solarczyk
  
Peshekee River Poetry
Tom Blessing, Editor

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I play guitar, live in Pittsburgh with one wife, two cats, one dog. Been around small press since the early 80s, etc. I've slept over at Ron Androla's house.

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