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4 Poems by Joseph Lisowski |
CHECK OUT I dial the phone an' one of his kids answers. "Hey," I say, "is Hank there?" "Aw cheez," he complains, "you haven't heard?" It's like I'm botherin' him. "No, what?" I says. "He shot himself twice." "What? Oh man! He inna hospital?" "Cemetery," he says, an' hangs up. I can't believe it. My oldest friend. No matter I ain't seen him for years, decades maybe. An' why am I callin' him now? What's that bastard want from me, huh? FREIGHT TRAIN WHISTLES I lost track again. Goddamn booze or pills, or I don't know what. Maybe there's somethin' ina water. Who knows? Coulda be anythin'. Who am I tryin' to kid, huh? It's nothin'. It's just me. The freight train left the tracks long ago. All twisted up now, layin' crumbled ona valley floor. Weeds grown all over. I gotta talk to Kazu. He'll tell me what I missed. AMERICAN FAMILY Some little kid an' his mom are out throwin' snowballs, mostly at a telly pole. They ain't hittin' nothin'. The kid's maybe 3 or 4 an' havin' a ball. Laughin', squealin', gettin' snow all over. His mom too. I seen them before. They're like that, you know. Never no man around though. APOSTLE TO STONES I oughta talk to rocks. Really get down to that level. Fire em up so's they's steamin', huffin' an' tremblin'. So hot they're makin' one, big, flamin' boulder that's a gonna fall on you. Then maybe you'll know how I feel.
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