Read More: A brief interview with Brian Beatty
Borrowed Trouble: Four Micro-Tributes
Roberto Bolaño
The doomed boy dared to tongue kiss
a nine-volt battery instead steals
a book of poems from his local library.
The round off-duty cop working security
with an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth
rises at his station too winded to give chase.
“Guess you win again, Universe,”
the cop huffs, sinking back into his chair.
“I saw in a dream how this ends.”
Frank Stanford
The crook of the moon
silhouettes the owl
in the tree though not
the snake curled below.
The lukewarm tea
he sips at the barn door
tastes mysteriously
like homemade whiskey.
He chokes down the night
then coughs up God.
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Charles Bukowski
I regret it never
once occurred to me
to turn my short career
as a hospital janitor
the women too distant
to be considered lovers
or those apartments
from hell I called home
into poems
with a paying audience.
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Philip Lamantia
I wake behind
the wheel of a truck
hurtling along
a dirt road
strewn on both sides
with bones
bleached silver
white as the moon.
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Brian Beatty has published four poetry collections: Borrowed Trouble, Dust and Stars: Miniatures (Cholla Needles Press, 2019 and 2018), Brazil, Indiana(Kelsay Books, 2017) and Coyotes I Couldn’t See (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2016).
Read More: A brief interview with Brian Beatty