UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 11/2012

KEVIN RIDGEWAY

Between Midnight and Breakfast

the
foul noise
that
punished
you
through
the day
drilling
holes
in your
brain

is
vanquished

the
quiet
of
night
unleashes
that burned
out circus
spinning
inside
your
head,
transforming
you from
a
man
and into
a
psychotic
beast

screaming
at shadows

hands
shiver
as you
spoon
that first
bite
of
early
morning
shit

and
grim
daytime
music
rescues
you
from
yourself
until
another
haunted
midnight


Ballad of Pirate

he looked
like
a
fat
Mexican
Frank Zappa
but
behind
those
beady
eyes
lingered
a
killer
who
slashed
throats
in
his
gangland
youth

pleading
insanity
and
roaming
the
streets
penniless

shooting
dope
and
drinking
tequila
on
a belly
full
of
government
sanctioned
Thorazine

shuffling
through
the
twilight
of
his
misspent
life

nodding
off to his
death,
an animal
chained
to
the
cage
of the
savage
system









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