Blues For Billy C
I'm used
to being fucked
but it's not what
you think;
flip me a couple bucks?
I won't trip, I don't
drink.
A shower
of violet misty
steam feels
good.
Costs four bucks at Pilot
truckstop banya cedarwood.
It's cool
in the morning
you don't look like a saver.
I be wan, at John's Landing,
kills me, begging
favors.
Ninety two degrees, now you wonder
why I shiver? Whatever, whatever
cash you can spare. I get over
the underpass,
you won't see me
make it
there.
De-Press Star You Got More Options
You have reached
the offices of medical
plaza
one…hold on
think of times
when you really
had some
fun:
Michelin
pendulum
hung above
the swimming
hole, made
sticky love
with Madeline
in tenth grade!
We practitioners
are gone with partners
on the back nine,
free
to shoot bogeys and chew
on our argot, with pink
tees, with élan; think
of stogeys
by Lee Van Cleef. Hang 'em
high, patient you are not
going to die. If this be
a medical emergency,
then why you
still hear
me?
Ever wonder
about those sirens on
the BBC? So very different
from ours, take you
right out
of yourself.
Slug it
down cold, a breath
inside belly on
hold; like
I told you
already
about medical
plaza one:
God is with you,
now my message
is done.
Dennis Mahagin's poems and stories appear in Juked, 2opus, Exquisite Corpse, Stirring, Absinthe Literary Review, 3 A.M., Night Train, PANK, Storyglossia, and Smokelong Quarterly, among other publications. He's also a staff editor at Frigg magazine. Dennis lives and works in eastern Washington state.
Look for his chapbook of sex poems, entitled "Fare," coming later in 2011, from FCAC in conjunction with Redneck Press.
