All People by Jeff Bagato

All People Bird lady poops, the street gray under her ass all people— saxophone and car lock horns— the street crosses you back— did that cabbie wave course I’ve got a ticket, looka— see here— I’m an old man— my Continue reading All People by Jeff Bagato

El Camino City by Jeff Bagato

El Camino City That’s the car— when I was in the suburbs drinking high school beer in the Ground Round—if I were to run I might at least get to the 7-11 When I was at home, looked out my Continue reading El Camino City by Jeff Bagato

The Money Men Are Coming by Jeff Bagato

The Money Men Are Coming Indivisible, the good soldier arms around Death in the jungle, lords of creation searching the underbrush for Provo’s Privy— the Duke left it right about here— not as easy as it once was to find Continue reading The Money Men Are Coming by Jeff Bagato

Leather Medicine by Jeff Bagato

Leather Medicine Somebody in black snuck up on John Wayne and slipped him a Viagra—goddamn if he didn’t jump to attention like Green Berets come back for one of their own, good soldier roaring through the jungle with a machete Continue reading Leather Medicine by Jeff Bagato

King of the Witches by Jeff Bagato

King of the Witches The marksman senses the time is right. Bulls charge with lightbeam horns through a crossroads game and try barely to miss each other; with a bullet I could panic this long line of bulls into jagged Continue reading King of the Witches by Jeff Bagato