2 poems by Joseph James Cawein

A perfect

evening in july

with the sky all purple
and the bats swooping low
over my head
and little flames dancing
through the humid air,
but my mind can’t
leave Bukowski
and the drudgery of my 5 a.m. job
and how my friend’s the kinda guy
who pisses with the door closed
and the fan on
like it’s some kinda dark secret
that he’s pissin’ in a bowl
– a family sits in their garage
drinking warm cans of beer
& inhaling life’s wonderful poison,
the man shouts
because i love you you stupid cunt!
and i hope against hope
that it’s true
The End
the man upstairs is always causing a ruckus
and disturbing my intoxication,
the end is nigh, repent!
but if the end were really nigh
i wouldn’t repent
i’d slit his throat
and calmly wait for my reward

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Jeremiah Walton

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2 thoughts on “2 poems by Joseph James Cawein”

  1. My first visit to this site and I luck onto these two poems. I believe I have scored big-time. Great, honest language. Unexpected phrasing and down-to-earth poetry. Wish I written them, damn you.

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