Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Midnight in Motown by Tony Pena

Some folks cower with dead 
moths in closets of rooms dark 
as a coal mine as the witching 
hour calls for a Pandora’s box 
of beasts to slither from beneath 
a bed rollicking like a ghost 
ship adrift in a storm fueled 
by sins of emotional turbulence. 
 
Some folks revel in dark 
hearts with an offbeat rhythm 
of woe is me unrolling a touch 
not as Midas conjuring gold 
but as a grouser extending 
misery to all who dare 
come near the ravaged 
sphere of personal space.  
 
Some folks dwell neither 
in chambers of fear or self-pity,
but dance, with a honed edge 
of ebony soul tattooing skin, 
bleeding a palette of colors bold
in luster to jam all night to get 
the right shade of light to motor
through the ashes of Paris till dawn.







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:

Www.youtube.com/tonypenapoetry
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