Candid Poetry About Real People


How many times have you died this week?

suddenly I saw it, midway down the street,

seven shots of forget-me-nots bottled in his hands –

I cannot convince you to delegate disaster, or

divide us into two separate people, or

prevent whatever is about to occur when I watch you

snort electric Kool-Aid for the first time in seventeen years

“Give me the marshmallows stuffed in your cheeks…"

You said it seventeen times, until all your friends

watched you toss me pills with an open mouth

and then they watched me toss you coke with a bloody nose

sealed in a ziplock bag given by an evangelistic artist

spindling gin on his wrist around the corner of West 12th -

spitting images lodged in his brain when he insisted he

recognized Damon but it was the person standing next you

who shared the same accent and squirrely features

and all you did was glare at him with eyes in your hairline

that you said could only see if you stood on the table

where you made him promise he’d not sell the story

Where did you go when your knees kept wobbling?

the farmers market? Neverland? 7-Eleven?

your eyes glazed over while your bones took the form

of tambourines - a pocket of pennies, you kiss me,

a pocket of pennies, pennies, pennies, you said pennies

like it was church on a Sunday, pennies, like wheels,

pennies, like barter, that time you saw an eagle barge

its way through your eyes and feed them to its young

and you only knew because you could smell the iron

in your blood fizzle down your nose and you told me

that you’d never forget the sound of the crunch from

inside their beaks

How many times have you died this week?

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Seneca Basoalto
Seneca Basoalto
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Seneca Basoalto

I like bad words, old men, and heavy basslines

Background in the backstage music/movie scene

Iberian poet

Publications in England, Scotland, Australia, and USA through NAILED Magazine, Terror House Magazine, Utterance Journal, and many others

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