Thursday, April 30, 2015

New Poetry by James Walton

Charles and Me

because I was beyond tired to sleep
I sat up with Bukowski
waiting for the breaking point of ice
to define a moment’s end
goddammit goddammit
don’t pull off in our shower
go and wank away somewhere else
I live here goddammit
too old to lay naked
before the fire these days
chest like a worn flokati
cats can’t resist a pummel
what’s white will never be new again
a raven’s head opens
there’s a field of flowers
over all the dead
bones picked cleaner
than a shallow spoon
left out on the porch
by an unwelcome stranger

- James Walton 2015

James Walton's collection, "The Leviathan's Apprentice" has just been released through Strzelecki's Lover Press.

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