Monday, April 15, 2019

Spider. by Cord Moreski

He used to go by the name Francis.
That was before his old lady lost  
the battle to the lump in her breast,
or when his only son became addicted  
to smack and overdosed outside  
the Carousel House in Asbury Park.
Now all the locals down at Lucky’s
just call him Spider. He crawls in  
every night wearing the same polo
that’s missing a middle button,
and trousers that are soiled
with blood and piss from the day before.  
He sits alone in the corner  
making his web of empty beer pitchers  
and discarded peanut shells,
trying to capture some sort of silver lining  
before the last call of the night
but always ends up getting  
caught in his own trap.

Cord Moreski is a poet from New Jersey. He is the author of the chapbook Shaking Hands with Time (Indigent Press, 2018) and was a nominee for Poet Laureate of Asbury Park (2016, 2018). When Moreski is not writing, he teaches middle school children that poetry is awesome. You can follow Cord here:

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