Sunday, December 2, 2018

Rock Bottom Blues. By Kevin Ridgeway



the deputies
handcuffed me
after they determined
my severe intoxication
and strip searched me
my boxers out in the open
for all the neighbors to see
i begged them for my pants
and they gave me a
long shirt to wear
to jail as a dress
everyone raised
their eyebrows
at, a tweeker
in the holding
cell kept saying
its crazy, its crazy
at the sight of a
drunk, scared
white man
as he tried
to craft
a shank
out of
a plastic
spoon
they
gave
him
with
his
complimentary
chow.





KEVIN RIDGEWAY lives and writes in Long Beach, CA. A Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, his work has appeared or is forthcoming in Slipstream, Chiron Review, Nerve Cowboy, San Pedro River Review, The Cape Rock, Spillway, Up the River, Suisun Valley Review, KYSO Flash, Home Planet News, Cultural Weekly, Big Hammer, Misfit Magazineand So it Goes: The Literary Journal of the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library. He is the author of six chapbooks of poetry. His latest book, A Ludicrous Split, a collaboration with fellow poet Gabriel Ricard, is now available from Alien Buddha Press.

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