Two Poems – Steven Porter

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Visiting Alica’s Garden

Today, I stepped over your grave

and didn’t notice it was you.

Rain-weary petals have made their home

atop your miniscule stone monument.


I kick away dirt and dead grass,

pour champagne over your grave, then

down my throat, and watch ladybugs hover.

Frustrated, I hurl the bottle at a concrete angel.

Alica, your days, now spent with earthworms

siphoning your remaining scent, twisting around

your fingers; your bones enter a holy sacrament

with their fecal-plated young.

I’ll be there soon.



Sin City Noir Script

Glaring liquor stores emblazon darkened

massage parlors where a young Asian woman

paces back and forth smoking a cigarette.

From this distance, the city looks like tiny

polychromatic eggs hatching under a half-moon.

I light a cigarette to seem relevant to the lights.


A tired man at a bus stop rests his head on a duffelbag;

he’s joined by an elderly woman hunched over a walker,

her hair decorated with gray flowers.

A bus approaches, a lone passenger sits in back,

his forehead pressed against a leather seat,

sunglasses slipping down his sloped nose.


I flick my Marlboro in the air,

narrowly missing a passing moth.

A blonde blow up doll propped in front of

a smoke shop waves at me. I’m drunk enough

to approach her for a slow dance.

Steven Allan Porter was born in Coral Springs, FL to a Jewish mother and a German father. His influences include: Charles Bukowski, William S. Burroughs, Bob Kaufman, Steven Jesse Bernstein, Hunter S. Thompson, Charles Simic, and Louis-Ferdinand Celine. His work has appeared in Red Fez, Degenerate Literature, Wildflower Muse, Dead Snakes, UFO Gigolo, Dali’s LoveChild, Blue Mountain Review, Beatnik Cowboy, Rasputin: A Poetry Thread, Peeking Cat Poetry, The Basil O’ Flaherty, Saudade Magazine, and Syzygy Poetry Journal. He currently resides in Chino, CA.


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