poem for philomene long

in a past life
the sun invented dance
was hunted down and
made to suffer the
pleasures of women the
muse drunk on words

while you sister philomene
sang with beauty
drank cheap wine with
pride and invented the
outline of god

tonight the roman dead
stand sentry on the boardwalk
while you blow one last
cotton candy kiss to
your city now being
washed out into a
sea of dreams and ruins

they pray silently
may you join the
ghosts of venice west
for a pint of holy water
and a nugget of dank zen

feminine flower set on

the only god
some angels have ever known

hide & seek: a song for my shadow

i used to think
that if i was
willing to hide long
enough that god might
come looking for me
on the other side
or at the very least
that the devil might
come to collect my
soul leaving me with
an occasional poem instead
of more bad debt
and a skeleton that
holds on to dreams
about as well as
a leaky freighter in
what's left of my

i guess i just
thought that the ghosts
of cleopatra and mark
twain would at least
come looking for their
cosmic lovechild their little
boy wrapped in wonder
that they might form
a search party diving to
the depths of the
maumee river to drown
in the sorrows of the
lost instead of this
faceless midwestern ghost town
i call my flesh
this body which has
become a temple of
wanting i thought at
least you might hear
me singing mississippi delta
blues to blackbirds on
the fence of

more than once i
prayed that you might
find me here seeking
wisdom in the temple
of the muse a
poet forever lost in
the house of the
rising sun hiding
from everyone

John Dorsey currently resides in Toledo, OH. He is
the author of "Harvey Keitel, Harvey Keitel, Harvey
Keitel" with S.A. Griffin and Scott Wannberg,
Butchershop Press/Rose of Sharon Press/Temple of Man,
2005, and "Moshing With The Cosmos" with Iris Berry,
Magenta Press, 2005. He can be reached at

2007 Underground Voices