Poetry

October 14, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Dave Jordano

 

By

Paul Grams

 

 

City Life

 

 

folks next door and cross the way

since my wife left me on my own

important to me

 

and cause I so old educated white

mostly I hold my own in the hood

like communists should

 

so circumscribe us turfsharers

I hear most territorial species

singers or glarers

 

and when world pack us close like Cheryl

and Leo and all them in with me well

must kinda respect

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drunken Masters

 

 

jack kerouac

francois villon

li tseng

 

and the charles bukowski school

 

are you one

under the volcano

 

see I could tell how I vomited

from overdrinking

I count five times

in 1966 and 1967

 

and then again staggered

in 1977 and 1978

 

or I could write verse

offbold and halfbeautiful

being sober and worse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paul Grams poetry Tuck Magazine

Paul Grams

I earned degrees in Linguistics and English Literature; I taught in the Detroit Public Schools, mostly grades 6-9, for 30 years; I ran scholastic chess programs there. I’ve retired to Baltimore with grandchildren. Two books of my poems have been published.

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