Thursday, August 25, 2022

The Way of Things by Jeff Weddle

Love squeezed to marrow
eyes which will not meet your eyes
cats twisting around legs
a few good books
slogans for the addled
hard leaders for the weak
the horrors of an empty pantry
children with their brutal faces
people with the souls of wolves
people with no soul at all
people who died long before the grave
wrinkled fingers reaching for a memory
drunken matadors with their guilt
old fighters lost in glory
murder in fancy automobiles
empty bottles with their dreams
forgotten outlaws gone straight
every gamble lost
everyone gone down the cold alley
all of us eaten by the dark

Jeff Weddle is a poet and writer living in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. He won the 2007 Welty Prize for Bohemian New Orleans: The Story of the Outsider and Loujon Press, and has also received honors for his fiction and poetry. Jeff teaches in the School of Library and Information Studies at the University of Alabama.

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