by John Tustin
Another one of those nights
When the country music station
The rock station plays prog rock
And the tenth beer has helped
As few poems as the first nine.
I just pick up the beer bottle
where I keep the pistachio shells
And take a swig by mistake.
And who told Hank Williams’
great grandson he has any talent?
Some nights are just an audible
And a prayer the moment I hit
I fall out and have no dreams
I can remember
When the alarm goes off,
Trumpeting another new day
That leads to nowhere.
John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary
journals in the last dozen years. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry
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 Rock and a Hard Place. 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.