THE SALESMAN (1985) Chocolate brown Cutlass Supreme, Split bench like a living room sofa, Drives like a dream. Sweat from my back sinks into the seat, Dripping in this humidity and heat. Collar damp, tight as steel banding, Cutting back…
Author: Brad Shorr
THE PASSIVE CONSUMER (A Christmas poem) Don’t you miss the good old days When the world would end In a nuclear blaze With a radioactive glaze? Now there’s that Plus death by abortion — That is death by political contortion.…
THE BOX OF DREAMS A month after Katie died I found a box behind some hats On her closet shelf With seventeen snapshots From forty-odd years ago. Suntanned faces, smiling faces, Clicking glasses, buffet tables, Bucket hats on deck chairs…
I MIGHT BE GOING The party starts in twenty minutes c’mon let’s go. The pressure of a crowd cacophony of voices Makes me wait, makes me hesitate. Probably see you there I might be going. She’s beautiful she wants to…
HITLER’S BLUE He wakes at dawn With Eva Braun At his side Fingering a tablet of cyanide. In the white of the pill He sees snow, deep and still, Soon to be trampled by Wehrmacht feet Staggering westward in frigid…