Saturday, January 27, 2024

stray cats By John Grochalski

the cats

in the alleyway

 

fight and fuck

and cry into the void

 

while i sit

drunk on the couch

 

pouring myself

vodka and wine eternities

 

hoping the tears won’t come

 

but knowing that

tomorrow morning

 

sure as hell will.






John Grochalski is the author of the poetry collections, The Noose Doesn’t Get Any Looser After You Punch Out (Six Gallery Press 2008), Glass City (Low Ghost Press, 2010), In The Year of Everything Dying (Camel Saloon, 2012), Starting with the Last Name Grochalski (Coleridge Street Books, 2014), and The Philosopher’s Ship (Alien Buddha Press, 2018). He is also the author of the novels, The Librarian (Six Gallery Press 2013), and Wine Clerk (Six Gallery Press 2016).  Grochalski currently lives in Brooklyn, New York, where the garbage can smell like roses if you wish on it hard enough.

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