by Alan Zoltie | Sep 1, 2022 | Poems
String vest hanging from a flabby shell Blowing handily in a breeze that feels like Fall An afterthought, clashing against multi-colored pants Bright white shoes, plodding angrily, never lifted Dragging a weirdo in the woods towards town A smile, yellow teeth and a...
by Alan Zoltie | Sep 1, 2022 | Poems
Phlegm balls hurtling at the speed of distaste Early morning wakeup call for those who listen Mummy’s boy turned numbers man Looking for perfection in a tainted face Unable to compute the mess he had made Blindness, from a man whose life became artificial Seeking...
by Alan Zoltie | Sep 1, 2022 | Poems
I had a weird cousin once, second hand She lived in 10024, Manhattan for short Her persona was west of the nineteen sixties Dressing up as a retired hippie Nor knowing what shampoo was, nor toothpaste Reminding everyone that nuclear bombs kill, surprise! She lived in...
by Alan Zoltie | Aug 29, 2022 | Poems
Oliver had made his decision, and he was sticking to it His owner, engrossed in another dimension Chitchat, her only outlet, in this, her only social life Distracted, and Oliver knew it, for the short time he required And so it began, in front of his largest ever...
by Alan Zoltie | Aug 29, 2022 | Poems
I picked up a paper this morning It was the same as yesterdays In fact, something reminded me of long ago A time when innocence made coherence impossible Unable to gauge significance Unwilling to accept truth Quote after quote rang bells behind tired eyes Only the...
