3 poems by Brett Stout

Permeating with Cockroaches
the bathtub water runs constantly
but only cold now,
the cockroaches scurry
militant pride parade
crossing the Atlantic
in plastic bottles wrapped in corporate ad
slogans
to Morocco
prancing hand to thorax
thorax to hand
anointing themselves in burnt sienna oil,
suicide seems like an option
but someone keeps hiding the bullets,
the clip is exposed
like my guts
the wood smells of
Pine-Sol
discount store variety
the iron feels smooth
like her legs
freshly shaven
greased and ice cold
like her hands,
red paint is scraped from my door
and I committed deadly sins,
a slight knock at the door
no one is there
though
by the time I put my shorts on
and open the door
a greeting card in ultramarine rests
against the screen
is all that’s left for
me
it’s not a holiday though
and it’s not addressed to me
it rests half-sealed
on my bed now
driving me insane with child-like
curiosity.
Embracing the Erectile Dysfunction of Life
she asks me on the phone,
how my day was,
I want to kill her,
she asks me in person,
how my day was,
I want to kill her,
she asks me after I fuck her,
how my day was,
I want to kill her,
she asks me after dinner,
how my day was,
I want to kill her,
if she asks me one more time,
how my day was,
I’m going to kill myself instead.
Fast Food Fornication
infatuation
is detestable,
but
it can’t be corralled
it won’t obey
it won’t be locked up or down
and
it can’t be killed
I tried
with stolen hollow point bullets
and
sharpened Chinese imported
knives
but failed miserably
it’s running wild in the weeds
freedom was wanted and granted
now it
hides
like a perverted idea
in the depths of my brain,
infatuation
is detestable,
but
it infects me
like,
bacteria
yeast
AIDS
herpes
kleptomania
insanity
bi-polar
cancer
leukemia
neuroticism
and
syphilis
they sell no
creams
ointments
overpriced prescription drugs
magic beans
or anything else,
for what infects me.
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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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