Alley Poem

Behold! A poem about an alleyway, written by the esteemed Marc Peacock Brush and read aloud—in an actual alleyway—by wunderkind Jeffrey Steen.

BLIZZARD (click for mp3)

I see two cats fucking in the alley
before two feet of snow erases the alley.

The car spins on ice and spins and spins
like the car knows a reason to drive away.

One mile of this is too much.
Listening to the melt is the only way
I know to escape what is coming.

The snow packs to ice and the ice melts to snow
and the cars drive the alley
and there is lurking music in my lurking head.

This is not going.
This is going nowhere.

This is a car spinning on ice
before the purchase.

This is the wild surge
the forward lurch
that scatters every fucking cat.