a bench warrant
for my arrest
no seasoned criminal
I was that I became
such a nervous wreck
I dropped thousands
of dollars on an attorney
to bail me out
of what was an imaginary
county jail sentence
all I've got to do
is prove that I'm trying
to do things I really
don't want to do.
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, He also has a collaboration with fellow poet Gabriel Ricard, available from Alien Buddha Press.
He also has a new book out with Spartan Press.
check it out and get yourself a copy today.
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Love this poem. Raw and to the point. Lived this.
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