Classic rock radio riffs fade
as a marijuana haze swaps
shade with the evening fog.
The grain alcohol finally bottoming
out the high spirits of the sorority
sisters leaving the window open
for the famished bat boys in black
to flick bedbugs off golden goose
down pillows and search for pulses
like wannabe Bela Lugosis before
gliding arid tongues over the thin
skinned necks of fallen vestal
virgins as the newly minted
vixens snore out wild dreams
of bare chested Fabios pulling
reins on majestic white stallions.
But poor circulation leads to
cold feet and once your toes
go numb your entire being
shakes like a bad case of the DTs.
The fangs stutter like cheap
wind up chattering teeth toys
until the ruckus wakes up
the fillies who ,upon finding
their erotic dream climaxing well
short of great expectations, beat
on the bats with arms like brooms
pounding the shit out of Persian
rugs till a vampire’s bones crumble
into sand as Kansas drones on
in the dark with yet another mind
numbing verse of dust in the wind.
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:
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A great expression of a real life moment. That is better expressed then many such moments are experience.
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