Sunday, January 19, 2020

Painfully sober (self-aware) poem By Alex Z. Salinas

Not a single sip these 30 years.
Sprouting white hairs don’t care.
Bitter coffee begs (dregs) daily.
Bad hearts run on both sides.
Gimme grease, salt, women,
Stunning (death) sentences,
Metaphor & cream puff stanzas.
The unwritten speaks, listen—
I’m with you always…always.
Ghosts & rumors do the Dougie.
They make extraordinary friends.
They move into your apartment,
Watch you vacuum every Friday.





Alex Z. Salinas lives in San Antonio, Texas. His poetry has appeared in the San Antonio Express-News, As It Ought To Be Magazine, The Dope Fiend Daily, Duane's PoeTree, and in the San Antonio Review, where he serves as poetry editor.

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