Joseph M. Gant-

Stage Left

Moses, the abortionist

parted all you'd ever see.

silly, silly, silly girl,

you stirred the pot with broken thumbs,

bones of splintered solitude.

and all for profit, 

making change

your births 

and your performance art;

we passed the biohazard hat

around the room and listened.

 Tablets

 whatever gets you on,

whatever gets you by the

ebbs of chemical tide and undertow.

waves of lithium roll to drown,

and rising for benzo breaths of sleep

I

piss

the night

and all resolve

to photograph the

dark

away and count what I’ve got left.

Guests

the only angels 

come round here

all use my dope and never call― 

feathers on the coffee table,

empty seats around the fire,

cell phone numbers, bits of paper;

no one here expects a thing

because the liquor watered down,

cocaine cut with laxative,

and furniture brought from the lawn

is not the way to host the night

nor toast the revelation

that waits for us the same.

Joseph M. Gant is the author of the obscenely large poetry collection, Zero Division, which is published by Rebel Satori Press. A scientific glassblower, Gant has no idea how he found himself in the small press world but assumes it bad karma to over think the matter. When not feeding potato chips to his cats, he edits poetry books for S A M Publishing.