Comeuppance for the Good Old Boys at the El Club Scorpion
John Patrick McShea
Had a dream he was chained to a mountain while a buzzard ate his liver.
Had a dream he was chained to a mountain while a buzzard ate his liver.
What dispossessed me sat erect beside the checked quilt in fishnets.
& no I'm still not thirsty / although i find myself / thinking too frequently / about jagerbombs
I got my dad’s big nose and people make fun of me for it.
[victory lobe]
tiny towns or a dog could keep me pleased
for six months, then I’d wear felt triangles
look like December, have needles on me
molt on the plane to the
Because anytime is the right time for a haiku.
Understand, neurotic perfectionists are mostly calculated
thinking about how all of it started
thinking about how the poems ends
four small test tubes.
But life was good for clowns back then
Tiny Evolutions
okay so let’s talk
about the exes we mythologize
for the wrong reasons like leave
a toothbrush at my bathroom sink
and call it love and baby
I’ll promise ring your
Class Aves
Anyone that ever heard the call
of the Rodrigues Solitaire
is long dead, but its name is trapped in stars:
turdus solitarius—
named by a sensitive astronomer.
Does this
Asian Pen Name*
Mine is Kien,
which is useful
in cases
where I need
to prove
I am who I say
I am,
like the time
a cop pulled me
over and said
Sir, do you know
why you
Dear Katie
The movie we watched the night you told me you were leaving your husband for a girl with skin rough as a butcher’s block no storm could ever smooth clean. When sharks were falling from
Being There
Describing my body is easy
because I do not know what it looks like.
From above, I imagine my face
when it experiences a thrill.
There could be more to what I’m looking
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
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