Birdsong
Outside the back door
under a yellow buzzing bulb
I'm burning a smoke
after a night
of letting loose
the sobs from deep in my chest.
The bard owls
start to laugh
madmen from the trees
and it sounds
so much better
to me.
Beinn na Caillich
The screen door rattles
like the scattered bones
of Irish giants
and the mailbox spits
collection letters
at the sound
of her husband's name.
Scribble Scrabble Scrotum Totem
Pitter patter pacing
plush palace promenades.
Jibber jabber jingling
dreams of jagged jade.
Titter tatter table talking
treasonous tread
smoothly swaying
sexy suburban sleds.
Blending better batter
baking bleached bone bread.
Mean mugging miners
meeting meagre mental meds.
Rocky roided riders
righteous riots rushed.
Candy coated klansmen
kept quiet and crushed.
Danger daring daddies
dragging down deserved deaths.
Loopy lippy lying ladies
lifting lengthy legs.
Jonathan S Baker is primarily composed of the stuff of dead stars and suffers from the same insecurities as everyone else. They are the author of Thump! Thump! (Laughing Ronin Press, 2023) and Long Nights in Stoplight City (Between the Shadows Press, 2023). They are also co-editor at The Grind Stone and editor-in-chief at Pure Sleeze Press.
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