"A few rounds on my tab" - M Bromberg


Charlie at The Globe
 


"A few rounds on my tab" - M Bromberg

Leukemia, cancer,
platelet counts:
we called you Dracula.
After each infusion
you were alive like no other.

You offered me a ride
to Watkinsville, a 12-pack,
and Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Gimme
Three Steps" turned up
so loud the windows would shake.

I found your name and number
in my wallet,
scrawled on a napkin.
"I'm 75," you laughed,
"don't wait too long."

I should have called.
You had the stroke
Monday in the doctor's office,
never regained consciousness.
When I saw you

at the hospital Wednesday,
sleeping, I grabbed
your arm. "C'mon, Charlie.
Wake up!
Let's go get a beer."

I hope you're putting
a few rounds on my tab.

WORD OF MOUTH is moving to FIRST TUESDAY beginning in JUNE!

 
 
 
WORD OF MOUTH
IS MOVING TO TUESDAY
BEGINNING IN JUNE
 
 
Next month's open mic will be
Tuesday June 7
8 pm @ THE GLOBE
 
featuring two Atlanta authors
 
Theresa Davis
author of
After This We Go Dark
 
and
 
Collin Kelley
author of
the Venus Trilogy:
Conquering Venus
Remain in Light
Leaving Paris
 
 
 

WORD OF MOUTH
IS MOVING TO TUESDAY
BEGINNING IN JUNE

"What a Poem Is, or, a Guide for the Aspiring Poet" - Gregory de Rocher


"What a Poem Is, or, a Guide for the Aspiring Poet" - Gregory de Rocher

 
 
 
Every poem is
 
First and foremost,
 
About itself,
 
Sashaying in uncanny ways around
 
What even a poetry-hater
 
Feels, fears, wishes, knows to be the case,
 
Whatever the case might, should, could, must, or ought to be
 
But is or isn’t,
 
Was or no longer is, or will never again be, because
 
Shit happens,
 
Flowers wilt,
 
Love sucks, and
 
We die . . .
 
Probably with our quivering lips
 
Uttering the most gorgeous elegy
 
That will never be about anything
 
Signifying everything.

WORD OF MOUTH is moving to FIRST TUESDAY of the month beginning in JUNE!

WORD OF MOUTH
IS MOVING TO FIRST TUESDAY
OF THE MONTH
BEGINNING IN JUNE
 
 
 
Next month's open mic will be
Tuesday June 7
8 pm @ THE GLOBE
 
featuring two Atlanta authors
 
Theresa Davis
author of
After This We Go Dark
 
and
 
Collin Kelley
author of
the Venus Trilogy:
Conquering Venus
Remain in Light
Leaving Paris
 
 
 

WORD OF MOUTH
IS MOVING TO FIRST TUESDAY
OF THE MONTH
BEGINNING IN JUNE

 
 
 
 
 
 


"Raccoon Wisdom" - Eugene C. Bianchi

 
 

"Raccoon Wisdom" - Eugene C. Bianchi

He startled me ten feet away
walking up from the flooding river,
a beautiful raccoon who stopped
to meet my eyes, mammal to mammal.

We stayed suspended without fear
like two old dwellers of one land
with a nod of acceptance, not breaking
the silence with threat of violence.

I marveled at this moment as he slowly
climbed the hill to his next desire,
maybe food or cover from the cold
or a quiet place to settle for death,

and return to the mystery source of all.

I went down to my banal task of cloaking
a lawn mower against impending rain,
enjoying his stark face in black and white,
bringing civility in stillness.

"When the Work's All Done" - Tony Morris


 
Arthel Lane "Doc" Watson
(1923-2012)
 

"When the Work’s All Done" - Tony Morris
            ~for Doc Watson
Nothing fit together like your fingers on the strings
all wrapped around a voice that rode the rails
of harmony just easy as you please,
high-lonesome tales of murdered mothers,
and midnight’s stormy deep where a solitary
watch you’d keep but there were always others,
like Katie making whiskey, or Johnny making lies
as Frankie shot the man she loved and went away
for life, and if the matter suited, you’d fly
away, dear Lord, on the prayers of sisters,
brothers shouting hallelujah to the skies,
said hallelujah to the skies, and mister,
let me tell you, if the red clay hills were redder
with the blood of miner’s lives, his dark-tongued
songs of coal-black death put a name to all that died, 
in the dreams of miner’s daughters, in the prayers
of miner’s wives, strife and sorrow ever after,
till that glad day, by and by, when they’ll fly away
and join them in that home way up on high,
or if the devil did his work too well and played
a trick or two, he’d fiddle on a tune so sly  
and well ol’ Satan’s hosts would swoon,
right through the night till morning running
up and down the neck as the blue  moon
of Kentucky rose and set down in the west,
on the banks of the Ohio, over good ol’ Rocky Top
where Shady Grove that pretty girl he’d ever love the best
stood at the door, bare feet on the floor, shoes and stockings
in her hands, and he knew right then he’d marry
that gal, give up his barlow knife, and then he’d dance
and tarry until the day he died, fiddle, and singtil the day he died, playing with their curly-haired
baby in that cabin on a hill, said he’d take a chance
with a wife and a son so at the ending of his days
when the work’s all done he’d go down in the valley
to pray, Lord, down in the valley to pray.
 
Tony Morris, from Savannah, is tonight's featured reader at Word of Mouth. Sign-up for open mic starts at 7 pm and readings begin at 8 pm upstairs at The Globe, corner of Clayton and Lumpkin Streets.

"A prayer" - a poet bee

 


"A prayer" - A poet bee 


Bern
meets the Pope,
flames,
oh, hope.

We pray
this world to be
soaked in justice,
cloaked in liberty,
free of bribery,
speaking fees.

Status quo
must go.

Worshipers
of greed,
change your
wicked ways.
Give away
your ill gotten gains,
hidden wealth,
pay your share.
Repent.

Let's feed the poor,
provide health,
teach opportunity,
open doors.

Allahu Akbar.

Shalom.

Amen.

P.S.
For all y'all
blessed poor
in spirit, meek,
merciful, pure
in heart, and the
rest of us sinners,
don't just believe
in righteousness.

Vote.