Thursday, July 19, 2018

Pigpen. by John Dorsey

rolled tamales
on south street
for $4 an hour
under the table
cash money

it was a slow fix

his next bag of dope
waiting in some west philly squat
it all came from mexico
the tortillas  & the black tar salvation

he’d drop by the house on naudain
his hands stiff by end of the day
talking about music and painting
before wandering out under the sky
where nothing was free
but the moonlight
at least came cheap.

John Dorsey lived for several years in Toledo, Ohio. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including Teaching the Dead to Sing: The Outlaw's Prayer (Rose of Sharon Press, 2006), Sodomy is a City in New Jersey (American Mettle Books, 2010), Tombstone Factory, (Epic Rites Press, 2013), Appalachian Frankenstein (GTK Press, 2015) Being the Fire (Tangerine Press, 2016) and Shoot the Messenger (Red Flag Press, 2017). He is the current Poet Laureate of Belle, MO. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He may be reached at

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