2 poems by Stanley M. Noah

Style Americana

We marry fun people.
We have fitness programs.
We jog miles a year.
We drink 8oz. wine once a day.
We eat healthy.
We never smoke.
We get knee-joint replacements.
We get gun shot by the mad ones.
We get wrecked by drunk drivers.
We marry happy.
We sweat.
We drink red.
We real healthy.
We shall die soon.

The Force

she’s black

I’m white

we walk holding hands

and turn the corner

where no one sees us

she leans her body

on mine

I steal a few

warm and loving kisses

we continue on–

our days belong

only to each other

no one else


Published by

Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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