UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
JUSITN HYDE

//bartender at suzie-Q's on thursday mornings//

tells me
she cooks mac and cheese
once a month
packs it up
and drives to
cherokee

where she spoons it
to her thirty-one year old
son donald

as an orderly stands by
making sure
she isn't
bit.

tells me
she used to go down
every week but
her left knee is
bone on
bone.

her soap
comes back
on.

she stops mid
sentence
slides her glasses
back
down and
takes a big sip
of hawkeye vodka
through a
straw.

i finish off
my third
bourbon
wishing i had
that clear-cut
an
excuse.


//he called in sick//

third day in a row
ate a banana
on the back deck
in his underwear
throwing the tennis ball
to his dogs
tied them
to the gas meter
in front of the animal shelter
as the sun
broke the plane
drove out to the spillway
forearms on the fence
the spray was welcoming
he climbed over it
stood on the cement lip
arms outstretched
across the fence
like a pair of shoulders he
let go
falling backwards
balancing
perfectly.


Justin Hyde has had stuff published in Thieves
Jargon, Zygote in my coffee, Cerebral Catalyst
and other on-line and print publications.

His blog is at http://fdostoev.blogspot.com







2007 Underground Voices