RED DIRT #2

Jesse Sublett, Austin author, artist at large

You could tell by the way she tossed her hair and threw it over there in the corner she was the kind of gal who played for keeps.

Note: this is another sequence from my poem cycle titled “Red Dirt,” posted in mid-April. You don’t have to read the first part to follow it, but it’s a nice intro.

MANIFESTO

When every beer is a final argument

every cigarette an indictment

of the way they did you.

&&

When every morning your first cup of coffee

you know just what you’ll say

when they come

kicking in the door

&&

Jesse Sublett, Austin author, artist at large

How love is overrated but your first cold beer of the day is nothing but the truth

Every hard-boiled lesson shows on your face

like a warehouse full of returned merchandise

like a used car lot after a hail storm

&&

How love is overrated

but your first cold beer of the day

is nothing but the truth

 

Jesse Sublett, Austin author, artist at large

How a deep kiss may send you to
a shallow grave

How lost causes seem to attract

the losing kind

more than the merely brave

and

how life is short, therefore

avoid long explanations

How a deep kiss may send you to

a shallow grave

in this maze of logic

every damn thing you know,

present tense chains and past

tense links of shiny crystal rings

wherever you rest your glass

 

Jesse Sublett, author, artist at large

She played for keeps

KERRI WITH A K: TUESDAY AROUND MIDNIGHT

 

One look at her sleeveless blouse

shoulder bladeswhite

as the flesh of a pear

and

you went on up to her room

 

You could tell by the way she tossed her hair

and threw it over there in the corner

she was the kind of gal who played for keeps.

 

 

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