Category Archives: Poetry

LAST CALL IN BUTTE MONTANA by Peter Nolan Smith

Tonight I rolled into Butte, Montana. Beating the M and M Bar’s last call. Gram Parsons sang on the jukebox. ‘Streets of Baltimore.’ Mona loved that song And I never done her wrong. Last week in Bozeman, Montana I woke to an empty bed No sign of Mona. Only a burning egg And a note […]

QUE LINDA by Dakota Pollock

I sat at the end of The bed in our Bedroom. Her dress hung from The cheap clothing rack I’d picked up from the Dollar store on Broadway. The dress, it was formless, But still held the shape of Her body which was very much Alive even though she was Somewhere else. I yanked the […]

Last Call In Butte, Montana # 2

1974 I arrived late in Butte Montana. After driving most of the day 11:45 the bartender shouted ‘Last Call’. as Gram Parsons played on the jukebox. A week ago I walked into the kitchen. A towel wrapped around my waist. No sign of Mona. Only a burning egg. A note said don’t follow her to […]

Journal Entry – January 31, 1979 – East Village

People White, Black, Yellow, Oriental, Occidental, African, Inuit A billion of us times four Mostly faceless The great unknown Waiting…. Where is the Messiah? Moses, Jesus, Buddha, Mohammad Hitler Blood, death,Belief Washing across the Globe For the past, present, and future. No, no, no, no Saviours last a weekend, a month and then assassination Demonic […]

OLD POEM FROM THE UNKNOWN

In the end I saw myself As others saw me. A middle-aged man turning older An older man becoming ancient Who had refused to obey the promises of Faith Demanded by the Sisters of St. Mary. I never kneel before the altar I never ask for forgiveness for my sins Only saying to the Bible’s […]