Thursday, September 10, 2020

Find Your Eyes by Kevin M. Hibshman

Your gaze, a few steps behind.

Hipster vampires rule the night.

They don't eat meat but will drink blood.


Try to keep up instead of stopping to console every lonely tree stump.

Please don't wave at the cars passing by.

This is a respectable street guaranteed to meet the needs of the most puerile tourist.

I don't want any of them to notice us.


They sense that we are intruders.

Men from mars in full regalia.

I can't watch for you over my shoulder.

I am fogged in heavy second sight.

Don't attempt to describe what you see.

Get your mouth off of that tail pipe!






Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems, reviews and collages published in numerous publications world wide. Most recently, his work has been published by Rye Whiskey Review, Drinkers Only, The Crossroads and 1870. In addition to editing his own poetry e-zine, FEARLESS, he has authored sixteen chapbooks including: Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011) and Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000).


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