Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Beached by Tony Pena

With her funky toothpick
umbrellas shading Fog
Cutters and her promise
that it wasn’t the alcohol,
she got me numb enough
to fill my beer with orange
slices pronouncing me sand
to her waves till the red tide
brought in gull carcasses
sealing the fates of fuck me
forever dreams with kisses
parched by a jilted July moon
jealous enough to smother
the living shit out of the sun.






Tony Pena was selected as 2017-2018 Poet Laureate for the city of Beacon, New York.  
A new volume of poetry and flash fiction, "Blood and Beats and Rock n Roll," is available now at Amazon.  He also has a self published chapbook, "Opening night in Gehenna."  His publication credits include “Chronogram,”  "Dogzplot,"   "Gutter Eloquence," “Hudson Valley Transmitter,” "Red Fez," "Slipstream,"  "Underground Voices," "Zygote in my Coffee,"  and others. 

Colorful compositions and caterwauling with a couple of chords can be seen at:

as his fist crashed against my head.

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