Friday, March 17, 2017

Room Mates

So here I am.
in the company
of the world's true assholes.
shit kickers. blood spitters,
ex-dancers from the Foxy Lady.
shoplifters, ball squeezers
and bag snatchers.

I'm hidden
in a ratty apartment
overwhelmed by fleas.
I'm surrounded by stale
cigarette smoke.
walls of candied smut.
I walk on urine floorboards.
I sleep in a garroted gambler's bed.

The last good high
says it best:
Smash the gin bottles.
Crank up the fire
with whatever furniture
is left.
Toss the much-used
condom out the window.
Spare the needle
and spoil the arm.
Throw up in the sink.
while you’re at it.

I live with the worst roommates
necessity could come up with.
But without them.
I could never make the rent.
And without their crazies,
you're not reading this.

--John Grey

Friday, March 10, 2017

Saint- For Wendy Davis

            FOR WENDY DAVIS

At seven I asked to name
my new sister Wendy
so I could fly with Peter Pan.
One Wendy friend here

A second one there;
she came she went
until two thousand thirteen
in June. A Bethlehem teardrop

wet my cheek
when a Texas Wendy rose
in stature to an icon.
Here stood

an unwed mother
in a race for justice
the world watched
another Mary.

-- Sydney McQuoid