Poetry: Selections from Wilson Koewing
Suburban Kids
I could die inside the neon lights,
pencil stabbed
or lead based paint.
Asbestos or Radon.
Shut up, you
the games on.
Chicken pot pie
and liver spot smiles.
You’re going to play?
Stay gone.
Square pizza cardboard
Chicken tender line.
Star Fox 64.
Not so much me
My neighbor.
Result of hard labor.
Late night Natty and Marlboro light
Star gazers.
Factory third shift.
Get back to me third spliff.
Bear share something else
I heard this.
Pizza Hut Friday Nights
Table service.
Y’all don’t remember that.
Wayne Campbell
Fender Strat
Carolina thunderstorm booms to tremble at.
I survived Hurricane Hugo
Let’s talk about you, though.
No Fear
I had 9 of the shirts.
No Big Johnson though
Mom knew they were worse.
Fireflies in the yard
Driving too fast in my first car.
Spun out and struck a hydrant.
Hit Carowinds water park
Sun out and feeling vibrant.
Aristocrat and Gatorade.
Somehow the cops stayed away.
Hard to believe we made it at all.
Crazy suburban kids
Hair bleached
Slim Shady and all.
Steve Sax
Your funds are too low to short with God
I don’t do squads
I only Han Solo
My drink barely touches the ice
Apollo Anton Ohno
The Randy Savage cream rises to the top promo
Screaming yolo swan diving off The Duomo
Surviving
but body pretzel twisted
Hideo Nomo
We’re no longer on our home planet, Toto
Have a heart
Surrounded by too many insects and pigs
I aardvark
Kind of tired of this aggression, man
It won’t stand
Kick
Hand
Band
The
Cali, bra
Too many woman dressed scantily
Sniff so much white they used to call me Hurricane Sandy
Rainbows mother fuck
Sandals
Chasing a tempting breeze
Surfing Stinson Beach
The history books will mention me
One way or another
I no longer speak to my brother
That’s just facts
Okay but not great
That’s Steve Sax
Davey Allison
No defense needed
Concrete jaw
Reach crazy
Go on, get naw
Bite strength
Canindé Macaw
Around my neck
Wolverine claw
Carolina classic
Burger chili onions mustard and slaw
Stand tall
Like a redwood
Attitude stuck on Swearengen
Deadwood
Maybe someday
I can care again
Fuck around and find out
Curry from 36 feet
Need a timeout
Cubs in ‘16
Bill Murray serving cocktails
Dirty sixth street
2 piece breast and thigh meal
W/the fixings
That’s what we call those
Southern vixens
Elementary
And cataclysmic
Lineup wild card
Batting fifth shit
Grab the spliff and
Nip the moonshine
Sunday hangover
I’m sorry whose fine
Depressions back man
So I’m sad again
Helicopter crash
Let me shift gears
Davey Allison
Let’s
travel somewhere unexpected
like Tucson.
Watch cacti shadow red dirt
and lament how our youths gone.
Let’s have children late in life and teach them the ways of the world.
Manifest destiny and street drunks.
Dream a dream long lost like steam punks.
Let’s eat dinner by 7
and be in bed by 11.
Forget all the the terrible things we’ve done
and convince ourselves we can make it to heaven.
Let’s drink every night,
but not too much,
just enough that our spirits won’t be irrevocably crushed.
Let’s hold our cigarettes in our left,
our glass in our right hand.
Let’s get matching night stands.
Let’s imagine all the places we might stand and watch turquoise waves crash on white sand.
Let’s cross the border and act reckless.
Let’s order tasso for breakfast
in El Paso, Texas.
Let’s watch the sun set over cattle land until it burns the horizon like a cattle brand.
Let’s see Rome.
Let’s buy an old Cadillac
and paint it sea foam
Take Route 66 west
No
east.
Until there is no east.
Then west.
Let’s stay in cheap hotel rooms
and run desperately from gloom
until our hearts go kaboom.
Have no funerals,
stick it to the man,
just 2 bodies in bags taken away in a white van.
Wilson Koewing is a writer from South Carolina. His work has been published in a wide variety of literary journals. His debut short story collection JADED is available from Main Street Rag/Mint Hill Books. His chapbook SHRINK WRAPS AND ODDITIES is available from Bottlecap Press. His hybrid collection QUASI is available now from Anxiety Press. He lives in San Anselmo, California with his family.
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