Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Things you find on the floor. By Tony Pena



Fell off the barstool
with forty bucks worth
of bottom shelf blowing
in gut like balloon animals.
Invisible and irrelevant
when a platinum blonde
with serial numbered
silicone busting out
of a designer dress
stepped over me
with her stiletto heel
coming off in my mouth.
Not quite impaled I spit
out the leather spike
which the femme fatale
grabbed with a cocktail
napkin while pitching a fit
of fucks for stepping on shit.





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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