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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

4 Poems

Mike Meraz

This is an
Anti
Poem

It is against
Thought

It is against
Deep
Meaning

It is against
Love

It does not
Want to
Connect
With
You

It wants to
Hang out
In bars
With
Hot
Girls

Go home
Drunk

And scare
You
On the
Street.

___________________________

I am typing
Poems
Into my
Iphone
Notes

As co-workers
Surround
Me
In the
Break room

I hear
Complaints
Of no
Time
To
Write

But fuck
I am
Taking
Time

Like
Some
Good
Will
Thief

Or
Heart
Felt
Hustler.

______________________

In my mid
Twenties
I’d spend
Time on
3rd Street
Promenade
Conversing
With the
Street
Preachers
Painters
And
Poets

I was searching
Looking for
Some
Lighthouse

In this
Twenty-something
Haze

I soon
Came
Out of
That

And met a
Girl
On the east
Side of
Long Beach

And realized
It wasn’t
Philosophy
I
Needed

But
Love.

________________________

You walk out
Your front
Door
Drunk and
High
On the
Muse

You see a
Few young
Men
Working
On a
Car

A man rakes
Leaves
Outside
His
House

A couple
Walks by
Pushing
A
Stroller

You are
Some
Outsider
Looking
In

Some
Martian
Visiting
Earth

Your
Tentacles
Follow
Behind
You

Feeling
For
Poems.

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Mike Meraz lives and writes in Los Angeles, Ca. His new book “43” is now available at Epic Rites Press.