Thursday, March 4, 2021

Transcendental Happy Hour by Kevin M. Hibshman

I could dig the thought of hanging out 
in Henry's shack, just listening for the crackling sound
of green things growing.

Imagine the breakfast conversations over at the Emerson's?
It'd be a real blast getting all gussied up to hit the ballroom
with Margaret and Elizabeth!
“Yo, See you at church tomorrow morning!”
Give me moon-lit walks and carriage rides bristling with
town gossip.

We'd sit around, shaping ideas.
Dreaming of a home that smells like Heaven.
Playfully arranging reforms and playing cards.
What a gas, going to Elizabeth's cool-ass bookstore!
Pre-Beatnik, reading foreign pamphlets and truly believing
in the souls of men.




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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