Southern Angst

It's a warm,

quiet 

day.

The sun

shines

through an

open

blind.

She sets

her

magazine

on her

lap

and sighs.

The breeze

from a

celling fan

blows across

her legs.

It's a warm,

quiet

day.

Nothing is

happening;

she wonders if

anything

ever will. 

Streets

We stand

on a front

porch;

we drink

and we

laugh.

A half moon

hangs

over the

roof

as cigarette smoke

mingles

with the

scent of

summer sweat.

My girlfriend

laughs;

she takes

a quick drag

off a cigarette.

Our youth

is a flickering

candle,

burning out

fast,

midnight

to

midnight. 

Poetry Superhighway

 One of my poems was published on Poetry Superhighway. You can view it here:

https://www.poetrysuperhighway.com/psh/poetry-from-julie-standig-and-robert-zeman/

Boys and Ghosts

Up a grassy

hill,

down by a

marble gravestone:

we sit on

snow covered

grass

and pass

a bottle of

liquor. 

A foghorn

wails into

the night.

I take

a hard swig-

I gag,

wet my lips

and set

the bottle

back on

cold ground.

In the distance

a car

rumbles past

as I forget

who I am. 

Black Sweater/Black Summer

She's lost

in the 

shadows:

sitting

on the

couch

with her

mother,

watching

videos

flicker on

MTV,

near the

phone

in the kitchen 

that never

rings. 

Poetry Highway

 One of my poems was selected for "Poetry Super Highway". You can view it here:

https://www.poetrysuperhighway.com/psh/poetry-from-robert-zeman-and-maclean-gander/

Fires

Fist wrapped

around a beer

and

blonde

pixie cut

blowing

in the wind.

Summer smiles 

and

Le Tigre

on a beat up

stereo.

Pale skin-

soft in the shade.

Talk, talk

talk

and rage

into 

the night.