Ruth Guilbeau
ruthgilbo@embarqmail.com Bio (auto) | Ruth Guilbeau writes in Kingsport, TN and is the administrator of Poets Contest Corner, a weblog dedicated to the encouragement of poets and their craft. | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Ruth Guilbeau and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Old Motown In a spotlight before millions
Michael took off his glasses
disclosing once adolescent eyes
that mirrored our cold, vacant, street corners
For a moment those bleak
jip-jivin’ days slid forward
as they do when Motown memories
come whirling down around us
in fleeting, broken quarter notes
like the snow that fell below the streetlights that we leaned on,
cussed out and
reached to dim. |
Chris D’Errico
clderrico@hotmail.com Bio (auto) | Born in Worcester, Massachusetts, I have worked as a line cook, a doorman, a cheesemonger & an exterminator My poems have appeared in various journals & magazines, in print & scattered throughout cyberspace Offcenter Press published my poetry chapbook “Debris Of Hearts” in 2007, Virgogray Press (virgograypress.blogspot.com) published my chapbook “Vegas Implosions” in 2008 I front the harmonica-heavy, experimental funk/blues project “Sidewalk Beggar” (www.myspace.com/sidewalkbeggar) I live in Las Vegas, Nevada with my wife, Tracy. | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Chris D’Errico and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author. Pop Song Substance in the fluff
Luscious confectionery grace
Getting fatter, saturated with your sweetness
Tart sheen of sunlight through pineapple shades
Crispy mint-vanilla sheets And the double chocolate blankets
The marshmallow pillowcases with toffee-nougat inside
And the strawberry stitching, the watermelon mattress
Peppermint box spring with lemon-lime skirt So I have an appetite problem
The filling between us is so scrumptious
Let’s float effervescent across caramel canyons
Slurp through the cream of a thousand Sunday sundaes
Your cherry melting center, your cocoa-butter hands And even if the world only lasts fifty licks, sugar
Let’s eat each other up
Before my insides go sour and you rot my choppers away
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