Leeroy Berlin- Two Poems

we take what we can get

nothing to be done at four in the morning

on a saturday

but sit and drink 

rum in the rain

that rolls off the ocean

in fits and starts

of Dionysian rage:

Zephyr and Aeolus, two barflies,

duking it out off

san vicente

while toothless mary watches

with glee and waits to

pick up the pieces

worth taking home.

south of all reason

in back alleys lined with rotting dogs clinging to this world

under a silt sky threatening to unload the weight of the heavens

too young filipinas ply their trade

calling to tourists in voices marked with ash

like poltergeists pushing, pulling, prodding with forces imperceptible and inexorable.

a line of korean businessmen stumble out a neon tunnel of love

one of them breaks from the pack, falters,

and plants his baby face in a run of untreated sewage.

the world is full of such perfect moments.

 

 

 

bio:  Leeroy Berlin is--in one sense or another--not dead yet although we only have these poems as evidence.  Find more of his poetry published in Gloom Cupboard, Red Fez, The Camel Saloon, and other publications at leeroyberlin.com