New Poetry by Donna Dallas

Marlboro Man

Give me that Brut 33

tattoo-less

red-tanned skin

from ‘real’ physical labor

rough hands

nicked and scarred

twist a wrench

fill gas

in the blistering sun

five o’clock shadow

crow’s feet

thick blonde

lashes

one tooth a shade darker

a cleft that melts panties

faded jeans

white T

scar on left cheek

cigarette hangs from sun-cracked lips

drinks a Jack & Coke

solid body

enlisted at 18

because what else was there

but to serve our country

he holds the door

for me

while Jesus hangs from his neck

- © Donna Dallas 2021

Donna studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York Quarterly.  Recently her work has appeared in Horror Sleaze Trash, Beatnik Cowboy and Zombie Logic among many other publications. Donna also recently published her first novel, Death Sisters, with Alien Buddha Press. Donna currently serves on the editorial team for Red Fez and New York Quarterly.