You Know Nothing

Shoulder to a wooden post, I watch my soul brothers in the cold, Dying from a passed-around joke, Rum in veins, dock men at work, Struggle well with oak barrels of dry food at the honking Bouchet Marina, While lesser men offer libation now at neon bars, Tiny straws, too much ice, A little umbrella. … Continue reading You Know Nothing

That Fine Frown

There is the factory man and woman, The American woman and the Chinese man, She is large, he is nothing special. They stay on the pavement in the cold, One, with bad eyes, The other pushes a dead ear nearer, Bad English between them, So they settle for nods, A few good nods, Never any … Continue reading That Fine Frown