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. 

Anarchy Logos (At The Food Court)

Black purses

hang from

slender, pale

shoulders.

Lips wrap 

around

plastic straws.

Studded belts

glimmer

in

fluorescent light.

They walk past

like

lions

stalking

the jungle.

I rub

my eyes

and wander out

into

summer heat.

I drift 

through a

parking lot

and dream

of

new weekends

and

hazy,

unknown nights. 

North and South

Bright light

beach-

warm afternoon. 

Cool breeze

in my hair-

water

soft as

glass. 

The hotels

stretch on

for miles;

one end

to the next.

A seagull

glides

through the air. 

My friend

hands me

what's left of

his cigarette.

I stop

and listen:

waiting,

wanting,

young and

alive. 

Alt. 19

 A cheap motel room/a bottle of Popov vodka/shadows on tile walls/wild eyes.

Outside, 
the night
closes in
like wolves. 

American Sidewalks

 As wind

crashes

against my

flesh

and cold snow

falls on

my black jacket,

I dream 

of a face,

soft and pure,

in that

warm

Palm Harbor

sun.