Three poems by J. Travis Grundon

Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

CHINASKI

When he writes

He’s the hero of his shit

He kicked the woman

Hard to the floor

Chinaski

The asshole

FRIDAY

Hangover

Hanging on

Mornings are for Murder

Some pimps are making

A killing.

Fluids and currency exchanged

You don’t pay a hooker

for love.

HEAD POLLUTION

Hey, kids!

Look at me!

From the top rope

To the grave

The boy you feared

With a dirty tongue

Atomic youth

Dying young

The man you love

Get some

We can be like

Bogart And Bacall

Chaplin too

The Creature

Reefer Madness

Black and White

TV

Head pollution

Is all that’s left

Of me

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