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. 

Soda Machine

It's a blue,

summer day:

clouds pass by

like balls

of cotton.

She sits

on her porch,

smoking

a cigarette.

A slight breeze

from the Gulf

blows across

her legs.

She sits

and puffs:

she thinks

in whispers

and

neon colored

dreams.

Her thoughts

come fast;

sometimes happy,

often sad. 

When it's

over,

she puts out

her Camel Light

and walks back

inside. 

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.