Two Poems – Steven Porter
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.