Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Three Poems by Jack T. Marlowe

cutting words
 
spoken
spite
like a
kitchen
knife
its blade
forged
from
sharpness
of steely
disdain
its handle
formed
from
wooden
disregard
 
words
aimed
carefully
 
she thrusts
deep, deep
into my
abdomen
then
slashes
upward
 
lightning
in reverse
 
it's the
quickest
way to
a man's
heart
 
if your
aim
isn't to
keep him
around

 

 
 

perdition express
 
love is a
drunken
train
hauling
a line of
groaning
freight
cars
a mile
long
 
each one
filled with
broken
promises
as the
whole
lot
jugger-
nauts
along
in
suicide
circles
 
while
the grim
engineer
looks for
the first
oppor-
tunity
 
to
jump
the
stinking
track

 



one more broken heart on the boulevard
 
she intro-
duced me
to the
street
in a way
that i
hadn't
expected
 
no choice
really, but
to crawl
away
 
amazed
at how
well she
played
the victim
when i
said good-
bye to
romance
 
kissing
the hot
pavement
 
 
as the
bitch
scraped
me off
the
bottom
of her
shoes


 


Jack T. Marlowe is a gentleman rogue from Dallas, TX. A writer
of poetry and fiction and a veteran of the open mic, his work has
appeared in Handful of Dust, Visceral Uterus, ThunderSandwich,
Dead Snakes, The Vein, Underground Voices & elsewhere. Jack
is also the mad editor/webmaster of Gutter Eloquence Magazine

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