Though an old tale telling
wife or two may consider
the odd gesture bad luck,
I wear only a black fiddler
cap to bed, full of blotted chits
with the names of ex lovers
folded tight for the picking.
A washed up Romeo who fell
like Lucifer right off the bar
stool with any looks and charm
lost to the drainage pipe
by the amusement pier.
Now I lie in bed like a bloated
body hooked out of the tunnel
of love with house of mirrors
jowls and a personality crusty
as a fish shack’s lobster special
with bound claws itching to snap
off the nearest appendage.
This one man romp
of a routine in the sack,
with champagne memories
over ripening on a grapevine,
the only exercise I ever get.
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:
as his fist crashed against my head.
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Liked the poem as usual
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