UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 04/2012

BOB BRILL

No Can Do

she stands on the cliff
bare toes curled over the edge
crouched to spring
arms raised for flight
just as she begins to feel
the acid coming on

she keeps telling herself
there's nothing I can't do
but just in time
she remembers
she is no bird
no wings
no feathers
no flying lessons
no pilot's license

straightening up
she steps back
still gazing at the sky
where pearly clouds float
and an eagle rides the thermals
she sighs and turns away

looking down at her feet
she walks back to her car
too stoned to drive


As She Sank

This is ALPHA BRAVO FOXTROT ZULU
                       ALPHA BRAVO FOXTROT ZULU
               Does anyone read us?
                Our ship is sinking
                  If you don't help us
                   we're going to drown here

                                              HOTEL
                                              ECHO
                                              LIMA
                                              PAPA

                                                     UNIFORM
                                                     SIERRA

Notify our families
Pray for us
We came to grief on the icebergs off QUEBEC
We have a bottle of WHISKEY and
the scrapings of an old KILO

This is CHARLIE
Hey I'll tell you of the time
           I got laid in the HOTEL INDIA
           in LIMA Ohio
           the place was deserted
           flies lay dead on the windowsills
           the chambermaid walked in
           while I was drowsing on the bed
           I said take off your dress
           and she did
           after we fucked she told me
           her name was JULIET
           I said call me ROMEO

MIKE speaking
Last NOVEMBER a potted plant
           fell four stories
           hit PAPA on the back
           he went from doctor to doctor
           they said you're okay now
           look at the XRAY
           he said no I don't feel right
           they said go home
           don't worry
           going down in the elevator
           he threw up a turd and died

VICTOR here
My mother came out of the DELTA country
           walking many days
           before she fell down on the road
           a star descended and spoke to her
           she got up and followed it
           until she reached a GOLF course
           where she fell into the arms
           of a YANKEE merchant
           who became my father
           the water is up to our necks
           they're living still
           in Boston Massachusetts

GOLF
OSCAR
DELTA

GOLF
OSCAR
DELTA

We pray that you receive us
We commend our souls to Thee

                                                     TANGO
                                                     HOTEL
                                                     ECHO
                                                     ECHO

                                                                   TANGO
                                                                   HOTEL
                                                                   ECHO
                                                                   ECHO


Bob Brill's short stories and novellas have appeared in various online and print journals. His poems have appeared in Simply Haiku, Prune Juice, 3Lights Gallery, 3Lights Journal, Aphelion, The Battered Suitcase, Willows Wept Review, Frogpond, tinywords, Underground Voices, Atlas Poetica, Magnapoets, Mu and Curio Poetry. He is the featured senryu poet in the Autumn 2009 issue of Simply Haiku. One of his tanka was selected for Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka Volume 3 (2010).







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