campagna casamassima
armagnac
in front of the house
overlooking restored
trulli Putignanese countryside
suffused moonlight through aurora
halo
dupe in the dark
box
bedroom rope-a-dope
after midnight toe-to-toe
with door ajar
groggy dream fades
i make for the bathroom
with my arms out
i know where walls should be
approach furniture corners
nothing where it would be
in my blind walk in blackness
sleep and nightmares still cling
in the breathing living-room
i find my way
feel the switch
seeing a woman i knew once
the woman in green velvet under the archway adores truffles
moves in her evening
dress
down stairs
stands
in front of me
listens to music swings
her arms
with no real tree
real me in monkey gunk
pith stunk up in this zoo bunk
call it who dunk
Podunk flunkey and donut
doggerel
woof woof
i pad my honkey hoof tonk
bare teeth with no banana
thelonious monkey monkery
pray for our grinners
now until they cower for our death
hey man
our chunk breath and clunky
cage sunk
sink in my stink and swive swine
i'm fine if i was
a pig does punk poke
shoves another junk vein
train after train car
after faux funk
we joke about it
An instructor in the Academic Bridge Program at Education City, Bob Marcacci lives in Doha, Qatar with his wife and son. A transplanted Californian, he has also taught English in China, Italy, Japan and the United States. His poetry has appeared in numerous online and print publications around the world. Aside from publishing his own e-books, which can be downloaded at http://marcacci.blogspot.com/, Bob has had chapbooks published by BlazeVOX, Dusie, Plan B Press and Unlikely 2.0.
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