What’s done is done by Tony Pena

We’d lived as a secret,
sacred and profane,
till outside interests
swore their own pacts
coming in from the cold
leaving my wood to mourn.
Shards of a spent quart
of Old Crow on a bloody
towel not quite garish
enough to have the maid
call for the CSI cops but still
the night cuts in that no tell
motel behind a graveyard
of scrap metal cars towed
from one way roads running
from ecstasy to excrement.

Even a reasonably warm
room rented on the cheap
in the dead of winter bores
the aimless quick so I blow
well before checkout
leaving what’s left
of the old Impala bleeding
oil in her last parking lot.
Walking off a hangover
to where, I don’t know
or care, but wondering
if panting in sin ever really
raised more than a half dead
cock or a degree or two
in hearts lodged in rocks
of ice even hell couldn’t thaw.

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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as his fist crashed against my head.