there was always
a snake oil salesman
in my boyhood bedroom.
A ham-fisted
fire and brimstone
preacher
condemning me to hell
before offering me redemption.
Some denizens of the radio night
bragged about being raped by Martians
pleasured with green tendrils
shriveled otherworldly shanks.
Some insisted
that they wanted
to make the state of Georgia
a country--
the midnight train
now demanding passports.
There was always an
elixir that can fix you
a pill
a pot boiler book
some all-encompassing balm
that would fit
right in your
palm.
Image by Brian Harkins
Doug Holder resides in Revere, Beach, Mass.—a coastal city—where he walks the beach, writes poetry, and comes home to his loyal cat klezmer....
Board of Directors of the New England Poetry Club
Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene http://dougholder.blogspot.com
Ibbetson Street Press http://www.ibbetsonpress.com
Poet to Poet/Writer to Writer http://www.poettopoetwritertowriter.blogspot.com
Doug Holder CV http://www.dougholderresume.blogspot.com
Doug Holder's Columns in The Somerville Times
https://www.thesomervilletimes.com/?s=%22Doug+Holder%22&x=0&y=0
Doug Holder's collection at the Internet Archive https://archive.org/details/@dougholder
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