why the boys go out on Saturday
night
s
e
x
sells
especially when lit in
n
e
o
n
flashing
in the night
like bait
for a hungry fish
flashflash
on
and
off
flashflash
on
and
off
sex flashes in the night
drawing us through the rushing current
up
stream
we
go
bashing our heads
on the sharp rocks of deceit and desire,
all for a chance to fuck our fish brains out
before we die in the shallow pool of everyday life
life is
life
is like a duck blind
every time
you really start to fly
some
asshole in the weeds
shoots
your feathered butt
right out of the sky
Allen Itz Bio:
I'm 60 years old. I'm 6 feet tall and I weigh 270 pounds.
I used to be taller, thinner and younger but was transformed
along the way by life and an excessive love of pecan pie.
I published a couple of poems in the late 60's-early 70's,
then quit writing (except for business writing) for nearly
30 years, as career and family took up most of my time and
creative energies. I began writing again when I retired a
couple of years ago.
Since then my poems have been published in a number of on-line
literary journals, including Alchemy, The ShallowEnd, AvantGarde
Times, The Poet's Canvas, Dynamic Patterns, Neiderngasse,
Eclectica, The Melic Review, The Green Tricycle, Nectarzine,
Experimentia, Planet Magazine, The Horsethief's Review, Maelstrom,
The Muse Apprentice and others.
