Howie Good



Whoa!

The moon hunched in the farthest corner of the sky. A slutty teen bobbed her head up and down, up and down. The dream of flying had come of age. It was either that or stay home. I made a list of things still to do: choke, weave, sense, deal, blunder. Which left just enough time to admire, between small, tedious breaths, the snowy egret standing there.

Hiroshima Is Everywhere

Jean-Michel comes into the bar every day. Every day he reads Suzanne the leaflets dropped on Hiroshima before the atomic bomb, making us laugh at human atrocity. Today cops appear at the door with drawn guns. Something has gone wrong. Everyone starts talking at once. They are talking about green plastic soldiers. The fat cop continues to struggle with the straps of his bulletproof vest. Night falls when least expected, a really shitty thing to do.

Howie Good is the author of the forthcoming poetry collection Dark Specks in a Blue Sky from Another New Calligraphy.
 
 
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