Highway D
here the sun is a hot spike
a needle in the arm
of some lonely field
grown over with stars
covered in rust
your stomach is always half full
& the car never starts
before your first cup of coffee
it wouldn’t dare.
California Blood Money
for david smith
woody guthrie tasted its soil
dancing in starlight
he winked at the skyline
what is it like
to run your hands
through so much regret?
John Dorsey lived for several years in Toledo, Ohio. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including Teaching the Dead to Sing: The Outlaw's Prayer (Rose of Sharon Press, 2006), Sodomy is a City in New Jersey (American Mettle Books, 2010), Tombstone Factory, (Epic Rites Press, 2013), Appalachian Frankenstein (GTK Press, 2015) Being the Fire (Tangerine Press, 2016) and Shoot the Messenger (Red Flag Press, 2017). He is the current Poet Laureate of Belle, MO. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He may be reached at archerevans@yahoo.com.
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