Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty-one Winter 2009 |
in the calm days of poverty: we chill on the porch Kenyatta Rogers in the calm days of poverty: we chill on the porch lived with stray dogs nosy neighbors slumlords thieves pushers. the couch is still covered with plastic like the lamps shades skin sticking sweat makers of the heat brown bags lying over stained carpeting next to the video games wide screen surround sound Jesus stares out and might see the wooden kitchen utensils hanging on the wall over wall paper turned yellow martini glasses boxed up for a special occasion dog runs around a dust patch crock for water stays chill the boys play tackle football no pads girls jump doubledutch one boy at night when the suntea is ready porch light attracts the flies |
About Kenyatta Rogers |