Poem: Misfits

MARILYN MONROE AND CLARK GABLE ON THE SET OF THE FILM MISFITS BY CORNELL CAPA.
MARILYN MONROE AND CLARK GABLE ON THE SET OF THE FILM MISFITS BY CORNELL CAPA.

 

Misfits

evening sun sets
on my chest
light moves
over slow breaths

empty pubs play
lonely string songs
in three keys

do you know my hymn
can I sing your tune
separated by
table and fret, an
empty bent glass

I play a wink
you play the moon
in the middle
we never meet

Our ships are set to sink.

a late lonely moan
played by a single guitar
a pen scratches paper
along a hardened heart

drag at the end of a sentence
my fingers test your cowlick

 

 

Poetry: Guitar Man

Guitar Man
Taps his foot to the music
Frayed boot heel wiggles against the floor
Fingers, as comfortable on frets
As his legs are in jeans
What does he sing?
What is that sound?
History weeping through
Oozing out of dry crevasses
Days in the sun created
Poems written on wrinkled paper
Songs sung to walls of fallen plaster
Large women clap approval
Hoping to take a piece home
Frequency broadcasted to a crowd
Listening ears, watchful eyes
Curtains moving with the fan
Breeze blowing in the street noise
His howling is overruled
Painting by Hyatt Moore

Poetry: Guitar Man

Taps his foot to the music
Frayed boot heal wiggles against the floor
Fingers, as comfortable on frets
As his legs are in jeans
What does he sing?
What is that sound?
History weeping through
Oozing out of dry crevasses
Days in the sun created
Poems written on wrinkled paper
Songs sung to walls of fallen plaster
Large women clap approval
Hoping to take a piece home
Frequency broadcast to a crowd
Listening ears, watchful eyes
Curtains moving with the fan
Breeze blowing in the street noise
His howling is overruled