Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Boulevard Louis II by John Doyle


If I ever made Monte Carlo

I swore I'd start upright piano-scored

bar fights

where men never bled,

then a colonial-sigh on arrival

from the Roger Delgado sacre bleu chief of police.

I've made Monte Carlo -

dawn captured me

shortly after moonlight burned to a crisp

and rarely-seen formations of cloud

aided its grappling hold.

There are no phallic miscreants in light-speed cars,

though the sky has become a lashed messianic-corpse -

I ask the vapor trails to lead me to Christ






 John Doyle became a Mod again in the summer of 2017 to fight off his impending mid-life crisis; whether this has been a success remains to be seen. He has has two collections published to date, A Stirring at Dusk in 2017, and Songs for Boys Called Wendell Gomez in 2018, both on PSKI's Porch. 

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