Tuesday 26 January 2021

Four Poems by Jack Henry

 



broken 

my heart breaks with each breath. 

i try to stand with eloquence and pride 

but know that i am defeated, destroyed 

waiting for recovery in a room filled 

with others wearing similar shoes. 

 

last call 

a pious man in a red shirt 

watches a neon sign click off 

as he hooks his arm around the waist 

of a woman he just bought 

and steps onto streets wet with rain. 

 

misogyny 

he calls her bitch, 

slaps her down, 

falls asleep 

awakes to the click 

of a loaded .44. 

 

peer 

two dogs fuck on a sidewalk  

in front of a darkened house. 

two eyes peer from behind pulled curtains. 

lightning cracks, thunder cries, 

a tree catches fire from a direct hit.



 

Jack Henry is a writer based in california and has been accepted at fearless, scab, dreich, dissident voice, beatnik cowboy and others. a new book, driving w/crazy, will be released in the spring of 21 by PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS.



No comments:

Post a Comment

Nine Poems by Rustin Larson

  Chet Baker   Just as a junkie would fall from a second story hotel window   in Amsterdam, I once fell from a jungle gym and hi...