New Year's Day
I leave her screaming
for more whiskey
grab my socks
& load the gun
resolve to never
pop the cork again.
When It Comes
It comes like the monster
beneath a baby's bed
it rocks like a mongrel
bitch in heat
it crawls under your skin
& calls your tired heart home
it becomes you
quick as murder, hard as love.
Life With Tami
She reads a book
I watch TV
I'm drunk again
she's sipping tea
when I fall down
she'll still love me!
blues
by bart solarczyk
Peshekee River Poetry
Tom Blessing, Editor
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I play guitar, live in Pittsburgh with one wife, two cats, one dog. Been around small press since the early 80s, etc. I've slept over at Ron Androla's house.
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