Karl Koweski
one eyed jack
Jack walked the prison corridors
blank grin and flat gaze
only becoming animated when
discussing the love of his life
there’s a certain absence in his eyes
most women find frightening
eyes, Lana considered
mysterious, alluring
something like love entangled them
but for Jack love is possession
and Lana found even the most
alluring mysteries become
mundane once solved
when she sought to extricate herself
from the brambles of his life
he beat her semi-conscious
soaked her crotch with lighter fluid
and set her to burn
Lana’s ruined for everyone, now
Jack gloated in the mess hall
she won’t be fucking anyone
Jack grinned, his eyes vacant
so vacant that Melvin
serving ten to twenty for murder
held him down against the table
and gouged out Jack’s right eye
with a spoon, curious to know
if there were anything behind it
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lightening in a bottle
you can hear the excitement
in Stacey’s nasally voice
as he explains to his co-
workers seated at the table
his new scheme to make money
a scientist at U of A studying
bioluminescence is buying
lightning bugs for 25 cents
an ounce which by Stacey’s
reckoning equals about a 100 bugs
he presents each of us an empty
baby food jar with a perforated
lid and asks should we run across
any fireflies to grab them for him
when he leaves we toss the jars in
the garbage (except for JJ who has
his own dollar signs shining in his
eyes) but I have to admit, given
Stacey’s lack of success selling
Amway and his inability to trap
coyotes for 35 dollars a head
catching lightening bugs
might just be his speed
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maid in waiting
lives an internet existence
engaging disparate men
in marathon bouts of cybersex
she’s become quite adept
at giving these men
what they want
luring them into her web
with clever innuendo
and a twenty year old
photograph of herself
wearing a bikini
and you’d never know
she’s two hundred forty pounds
and that she occasionally
wears Depends diapers
for a tricky bladder
until after you rented
the motel room and met her
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I'm a 28 year old machine operator. Originally from Chicago, I now live on top of a mountain in Alabama for reasons that involved a woman. My poems have been published in Chiron Review, Nerve Cowboy, Staplegun Press and throughout the small press and
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