by Christopher Kenneth Hanson
reach out but I feel nothing—
one is watching as I waver here,
there—on this stage— I dressed up like a clown
this— It must be
stand up comedy time—
shouts as I pretend to speak
and pour an ice cold lager
my neck. I take hold of the stage microphone—
casually explain to the gathering crowd that
whatever it is, is a stunt of epic proportions
or less— and that I am actually an escaped
from the clinic up the road. No Joke.
began to laugh and banter wildly.
lights become bright and I am sweating now
head to toe, I can feel the sweat roll on the sides
my love handles. All I can do is murmur about
now and how I miss marijuana. I start to
No one is watching as I waver here and stammer there.
lay down on the stage and literally begin to sleep.
am eventually told to get up and leave so the next act can
how are you? Christopher is an interesting poet/artist/musician hailing from
West Orange, NJ. Christopher is
known as ckhanson81 and blogs as poetfreed online. Thank you for your
time and concern.
Christopher Kenneth Hanson (ckhanson81)
Rosmus is a Jersey
girl who looks like a Mob Wife & talks like Anybody’s from West Side
Story. She works out 5-6 days a week, so needs no excuse to drink or do
whatever the hell she wants She’s been published in the usual places, such as Shotgun
Honey, Hardboiled, A Twist of Noir, Megazine, Beat to a Pulp, Out
of the Gutter, Mysterical-E, and Twisted Sister. She
is the editor/art director of the ezine, Yellow Mama. She’s a Gemini, a
Christian, and an animal rights activist. She has recently been branching out
into photo illustration, under the guidance and mentoring of Ann Marie Rhiel.