Five Poems

Mike Meraz

1

The
Gashes
The world
Cuts
Into
Poets
Are only
More
Exits
For poems
To seep
Out
Of.

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2

We used to
Text each
Other
Proper
Messages
But now it’s
Things like
“Well, you
Suck!”

It seems
We are
Getting
Closer.

—————-

3

In a matter of time
You will realize
Your submissive
Little
Saint
Was just holding
Back
And
Wasn’t a saint
At all
But a
Patient
Devil.

———————–

4

I worked in a
1920s
Mom and pop
Grocery store
In New Orleans
Owned by
Louise and John
Matassa
Who worked me
To the bone
While
I boned
That city
For all the poems
It
Was
Worth.

————————–

5

I drank a 18 pack
Of Miller Light
A pack of cloves
In a room
With no ventilation
When a girl I was
Seeing at the time
Came to my door
Unexpectedly.
“Who’s here?” she asked
“Who’s here?!”
“No ones here” I told her.
“So you just been smoking
And drinking on your
Own?? Yeah right!”

No one has ever
Understood
My
Solitude.

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Mike Meraz lives and writes in Whittier, Ca. He has been published online and in print. His new book She Poems is published by Epic Rites Press.

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