Wednesday, July 27, 2022

Southern Latitudes by Jake St. John

for John Greiner

I'm sitting here 
in the afternoon sun 
reading the Good Doctor
as he attempts
to flee Las Vegas 

my mind 
begins to shift 
and alter
as I recall the night 
I met the Baron 
in a Peruvian 
prison cell 

and how 
we were able 
to produce 
the right paperwork 
thanks to a 
well timed phonecall 
from our friend 
at the embassy

we were able 
to cross the border 
by midnight 

just as
the hangman 
untied his rope 
in despair

we limped 
through the beaten doors
of a hill side cantina
and enjoyed a bottle.



Jake St. John lives in the woods on the edge of the Salmon River. He is the author of several collections of poetry including Ring of Fog (Holy and Intoxicated Publications, 2022), Night Full of Diamonds (Whiskey City Press, 2021), and Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019). He is the editor of Elephant and is considered an original member of the New London School of poetry. His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world


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