I Have No Literary Movement


by David Hutt

bebop jazz never bought a transatlantic ticket

so I am no beat.

I listen to well-weathered guitars in dive bars

where people dance with razor-cut smiles

and open mouths like tombs

all gurning and contorting to life.

I listen to poets in ties.

I listen to men say that’s enough beer for me

and women who say it’s never enough.

Category: Poetry