Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Modernity : John Wayne Car-Chases. By John Doyle


Twice Duke dismounted, 
slid his cancerous ass
into a creamy leather smoothness 
that eased his pain, his throat like the inside of a sewer-pipe,
his need for movement enhanced by those other great Americans
Pontiac and Ford - over the English accent of stewed and home-brewed Thames,
the streets of Seattle marshaled
by long-hairs, by men who fired slugs instead of taking clean shots.
Duke, in the driver's seat
like he never once
needed to dismount his saddle
smooth cancerous ass eased into a

chamois shine



John Doyle became a Mod again in the summer of 2017 to fight off his impending mid-life crisis; whether this has been a success remains to be seen. He has has two collections published to date, A Stirring at Dusk in 2017, and Songs for Boys Called Wendell Gomez in 2018, both on PSKI's Porch. 

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