Three Happy Hour Poems by Kenny

By Kenneth McIntyre

PRELUDE TO SEOUL

My belly is empty

Was nailing the

Sauce free scenario

Till the Friday corkscrew

Wound me to

Here and now.

Saturday a desiccated

Slab of pizza and cola

Sunday two diluted glasses of

Orange juice.

There are twenty four empties

at home that translate into a

bus ticket plus assorted

Cartons and cans for a

Return.

Three and change in the

Hole at the bank

Head and teeth ache

Knees and organs wobbly

Eyes piss holes in the snow.

Monday is here minus the bombs

John Gardner Al Purdy Carl Sandburg

Tell me so.

Dig in the bag and pull out

A dollar and seven cents and

Know

I can spend it on anything

I

Want.

HBC

I am pissing in a filthy alley

There is a Russian hooker puking

next to me.

It is the foreign part of town

Rent is cheap

All the places were built right

After the fighting

The cracks do not get fixed

anymore.

I put a grand in my pocket a week.

Big money where I am from.

It is an easy life

Noone promised me

A good one.

GODSPEED TO US ALL

I

Assume

Readers would know

The coventions of my work.

Booze

Hookers

Brawls

Penury

And the likes.

It is

A

Disgraceful end

To turn

Muse

To

Whore.

Truth rules naked.

This is not the

Time

Or

Place.

Body

Going through

Motions

Grinding as an

Off kiltered gear.

A

Frozen sphere

Under

The

Weight

Of

Dead

Air.

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