ed markowski | three by…

Poetry Dispatch No. 296 | October 23, 2009

THREE BY MARKOWSKI FROM MICHIGAN…
THE MAN WHO BREATHES POEMS— MOSTLY SHORT, SOMETIMES LONG, DEEP BREATHS. HERE’S ED ON HEAVENS GATE, SHADOWS, AND A TIMELY SCARECROW —NB

Heaven’s Gate

she kissed me where
the beach turned mean
an hour after winter began
we drank the draino
we loved each others others
with dread & disease
cascading down for seven years
every black cat that
crossed our path had
all nine lives reduced
to none then blew
two flutes for luck
& love was blazing
bleak where one last
look confirmed our sex red
big finned fleetwood idled
in the shade & panic
of a ponderosa pine
on the outskirts of
a one way window
in a half horse town
between three pains of
shattered glass we laughed
& crackled twice as crisp
in the heat of a
sixty watt light bulb aglow
with sin & sensation &
lies laced with honey
adrift in the dust of
an ancient desert on
a mattress stuffed with
amber roses that scented
those nights we free fell
from the ledge of
orion’s lips & rumbled
through a sheet of stars
then drowned in the depths
of a souvenier shot glass
from mickey ratt’s rio roadhouse
when i was doc hologram
& she was ma darker
on cloud double zero at
the heaven’s gate motel.

death bed
in the calm between tremors
her vow to guide me
when i get there

after
the argument,

barn
yard chickens

shit
on my shadow.

halloween
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