I have a new book coming out on Interior Noise Press. Some of these will be submitted for it, others will not. Laying on a pile of poems and just posting them as I feel it. So, to read the poems that won't be on here...you have to buy the book! I'll let you know when its coming out, shouldn't be till later this year which gives me plenty of stuff to post stuff, and stash stuff, to make an incredible book.
And he was human, I’m told.
At a Halloween ball
He wrote words that moved to the beat
Of bank robbers making their exit.
And suave exits
With close calls…
He was always a wanted man
And I’m sure it was hard to
be In two places at once
Making the beer cans on the fence
Holy with a rifle
And making the voices in his head
Prophecies with a little pen and paper.
He turned down lady luck
“Sorry babe, I don’t wanna live forever.”
I still don’t know when the man slept
Trying to follow his footsteps
Leads me on a wild turkey hunt
I hang it up
When I’m hung over
And that bastard was the one
That Holden Caulfield