Friday, July 28, 2017

Mark Borczon

Hunting Dinosaurs With A Needle In My Arm

I smoke roses to get high
And I get drunk on sun tea in the morning
I fix my arm tattoos with sharpie markers
And I collect artwork depicting bull fights
My joints ache as a side effect from
Medication for hypertension
My muscles ache as a side effect from
Back breaking, physical toil
I am fifty one years old
And I make twenty seven thousand
Dollars a year

I don’t believe in heaven
I do believe in vodka
I did quite well in college
But I struggle in life
I never, ever confuse
One with the other
I know that youth is privileged
And forgiving
I know that middle age
Is not

I no longer sleep on my mother’s couch
If you do I kindly invite you
To go fuck yourself
Time and endurance earn the right
To judge and so
I judge

If life is pass/ fail
Then everything leans on
Who reads the work
The bankers and the preachers
Grade the test
One way
The poets and the dreamers
Grade the test
Another way

I hunt dinosaurs with a needle
In my arm
And I sit with holocaust survivors
On the city bus
I drink rain water from a wooden
Barrel that held the body
Of a four year old girl
Killed by the Klan

Someday I’m gonna burn my work boots


Mark S. Borczon is a poet and caregiver from Erie, Pa. He will publish his first book of poetry in over twenty years through Nixes Mate press later this year or early next. He is the father of three awesome daughters who teach him love on a daily basis. In his free time he is a talented banjo player and a guitar player who knows how to find all the notes. He is terrified of the internet so this biography is written by his identical twin who loves him and admires his work as only a brother can.

Friday, July 21, 2017

J.J. Campbell

admire those long legs 

whispers
in the haze
 
not all these
places give a
shit about a
smoking ban
 
another round
of something
evil for the
classy lady
effectively
using her
cleavage to
her advantage
 
grab a chair
and admire
those long
legs
 
and come to
terms with that
bulge between
her legs in the
morning
 
there's no time
for questions
of morality

when the liquor
tastes this good


J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is currently trapped in suburbia. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at In Between Hangovers, Mad Swirl, Chiron Review, Synchronized Chaos and Winedrunk Sidewalk. You can find J.J. most days bitching about something on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)

Friday, July 14, 2017

Matthew Borczon

a boy

just broke
my 18
yr old
daughters
heart for
the first
time
she says
she’s afraid
she will
never sleep
again and
I hear
her cry
in the
next room
until sleep
finally comes
in the
end it’s
me who
is up
all night
thinking
about all
the plastic
horses and
Barbie dolls
I fixed
over the
years all
the jewelry
I untangled
back when
you believed
my love
and patience
and glue
could fix
everything.


(For Hannah)

Matthew Borczon is a poet and navy sailor from Erie, pa. He has published four books of poetry; A Clock of Human Bones through Yellow Chair Review Press, Battle lines through Epic Rights, Ghost Train through Weasel Press and, new this month, Sleepless nights and Ghost soldiers through Grey Boarders press. He publishes widely in the small press. When he is not writing, he's raising four children with his wife of 20 years.