Thursday, December 13, 2018

Quarter To Midnight by K.W. Peery

At
half
past
eleven
I
noticed
your
brand
new
sharkskin
suit
swing 
dancin’
with
a
clone
to
Brigitte 
Bardot…

I
was
staked
out
inside
the
cottonwood
shadows…
in 
booth
number
three
at
the
Green
Lady
Lounge....

Waitin’
for
The
Stones

to
stop
singin’
“Down
The Road
Apiece”…

just
long
enough
to
engage
the
grease
on
my
slide

N’
let
those
goddamn
hollow
points
fly…
before
sayin’
goodbye…
one
final
time…
at
a
quarter
to
midnight









About K.W. Peery:


Americana songwriter and Kansas-City-based storyteller K.W. Peery is the author of seven poetry collections: Tales of a Receding Hairline; Purgatory; Wicked Rhythm; Ozark Howler; Gallatin Gallows; Howler Holler; Bootlegger’s Bluff. 

Tales of a Receding Hairline was a semifinalist in the Goodreads Choice Awards – Best in Poetry 2016. 

Peery is a regular contributor in Veterans Voices Magazine. His work is included in the Vincent Van Gogh Anthology Resurrection of a Sunflower and the Walsall Poetry Society Anthology, Diverse Verse II & III.

In 2018, Peery is scheduled to have poems published in The Main Street Rag, Chiron Review, Big Hammer, San Pedro River Review, The Gasconade Review, Blink Ink, Rusty Truck, Mad Swirl, Outlaw Poetry, Mojave River Review, The Asylum Floor, Horror Sleaze Trash, Ramingo's Porch, From Whispers to Roars, The Rye Whiskey Review, Under The Bleachers and Apache Poetry. 
Credited as a lyricist and producer, Peery's work appears on more than a dozen studio albums over the past decade.

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