Four Poems from Max Thrax

Max Thrax, Poetry

BIO: Max Thrax lives in Boston. His stories and poetry have appeared in Bristol Noir, Shotgun Honey, and Versification. His novella God is a Killer (Close to the Bone) will be published in May 2022. Find him online at www.maxthrax.com or on Twitter @ThraxMaximilian.

 A SERIOUS HIDING

Remember

Your man Noel?

He lived

In Garryowen

Kept a horse

Fed the animal

In all weathers

Before he’d even

Feed himself

Named it Bronco

Noel’s wee sulky

Won a few races 

Off the N20

One night

Two lads got langered

Snapped the tether

Off poor Bronco

Ran her down to the knees

Left her on the street

Noel found the lads

And gave them

A serious hiding

With a pickaxe handle

Fled to Dublin

Or Manchester

Stories of him

In Rotterdam

Marbella

Didn’t I see him

Up the Back of the Monument

Wearing a blue suit

And golden tie

On his fingers

A year’s wages

Thought to say hello

But if your man had a name

It was beaten from him

Long ago

STAGED APARTMENT AT 20 PENNIMAN

Everywhere

Beige

Fake lemons in bowls

Sequined pillows

San Pellegrino

You sleep here

Because it’s free

You will never

Live here

In the middle

Of a vacant lot

Watching bags and wrappers

Catch the wind

Old men in the park

Slam dominoes

Traffic creeps

Up the hill

As the sun

Plummets

22 PENNIMAN

Nothing so nimble

As a rabbit poised to hop

On a steel girder

GONE BY SIX

His life

Fit inside

A junior hockey bag

Scrubbed the bath

Each morning

In every bathroom

He used

Swept the floor

Made sure

No traces

Were left

Nothing to suggest

He were human

Or at least 

Had once been

END