zafusy

contemporary poetry journal

mucocutaneous

drink more and then begin knowing how much
        we need from conversation
 mulch of the loud bar scene
  forces us closer together because we can¹t
           make-out what we're saying
              in the dirty back part
         of the lounge

     let's go somewhere else






 

 

Bob Marcacci

screwed in sockets angel the charge of electricity and me

i plummet
jazzed in the bedroom rock
under dim blue party-bulb haze
nose quite a bit bigger than the rest
of the features forgetting
a mouth of limes and fingers of tequila
to lemon in the green years
red eyes set to peel

haloes of gabriel garcia marquez

 

 

 

 

 

Bob Marcacci

 crescent

         what of this minute will
           i remember how       
                i couldn’t think of anything
still she comes after the evening settles her
          among the intermittent lights of thrill-
         seekers
                         stars softly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bob Marcacci