Picaroon Poetry - Issue #10 - September 2017
We have a strange and wonderful line up for Issue #10 - including (but not limited to) smugglers, dinners, literary icons, an octopus, a tapir, pop stars, and the passage of time. Featuring poetry by Stephen Daniels, Stella Bahin, John Grey, Claire Lloyd, Lorraine Carey, Kathleen Latham, Natalie Crick, Leda Muscatello, Billy Malanga, Sarah Shirley, Pat Edwards, Monique Byro, James Croal Jackson, D. Dallas, Neil Fulwood, Howie Good, Michele Stepto, Tristan Moss, Joe Cottonwood, S.E. Acton, Brett Evans, Samuel Kendall, Philip Flynn, Belinda Rimmer, J.A. Sutherland, Kathleen Strafford, Catriona Yule, Patricia Walsh, Nick Romeo, J.P. Bohannon, and Hannah Stone. Enjoy!
We have a strange and wonderful line up for Issue #10 - including (but not limited to) smugglers, dinners, literary icons, an octopus, a tapir, pop stars, and the passage of time.
Featuring poetry by Stephen Daniels, Stella Bahin, John Grey, Claire Lloyd, Lorraine Carey, Kathleen Latham, Natalie Crick, Leda Muscatello, Billy Malanga, Sarah Shirley, Pat Edwards, Monique Byro, James Croal Jackson, D. Dallas, Neil Fulwood, Howie Good, Michele Stepto, Tristan Moss, Joe Cottonwood, S.E. Acton, Brett Evans, Samuel Kendall, Philip Flynn, Belinda Rimmer, J.A. Sutherland, Kathleen Strafford, Catriona Yule, Patricia Walsh, Nick Romeo, J.P. Bohannon, and Hannah Stone.
Enjoy!
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Kathleen Strafford<br />
Blanche Dubois to Stella<br />
His taut muscles smell of sweat and cut grass<br />
and for no reason<br />
he slams his fist on the dining table<br />
hurling dishes against the wall<br />
as we pray cramming<br />
our lives<br />
into teacups<br />
never knowing how high to jump<br />
when he returns with grease-stained anger<br />
Have you ever ridden on that streetcar?<br />
I’ve seen how he chooses his grin while sizing up a woman<br />
calls me a wildcat lapping up his gin<br />
wants to grind me into powder<br />
sweep me under the rug<br />
He’s a brute, tom cat, a drug-store Romeo<br />
a rattle-trap streetcar banging up one and down another<br />
Oh you’re hating me saying this aren’t you?<br />
Thousands of years have passed him by<br />
maybe he’ll strike you, kiss you, or grunt<br />
don’t expect me to understand<br />
his poker night of apes<br />
his bowling ball bullies<br />
Have you forgotten poetry, music, jasmine perfume?<br />
For your sake I’ve decided to soak him up<br />
drain his cocky one-eyed jack<br />
foreclose on his manhood<br />
inside the Belle Reve of my skin<br />
Now he’s humping twitching<br />
like the rutting beast that he is<br />
I want to keep him trapped<br />
‘til you come to your senses
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