zafusy

what of this minute will
i remember how
i couldn’t think of anything
still she comes after the evening settles her
among the intermittent lights of thrill-
seekers
stars softly

Bob Marcacci

i plummet
jazzed in the bedroom rock
under dim blue party-bulb haze
nose quite a bit bigger than the rest
of the features forgetting
a mouth of limes and fingers of tequila
to lemon in the green years
red eyes set to peel

haloes of gabriel garcia marquez

Bob Marcacci

drink more and then begin knowing how much
we need from conversation
mulch of the loud bar scene
forces us closer together because we can¹t
make-out what we’re saying
in the dirty back part
of the lounge

let’s go somewhere else

Bob Marcacci