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shane allison

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george fillingham

tina mackin

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Coffeehouse Metaphysics

I speak to her in paragraphs
no words pass between us

she slaps my face hard
without lifting a finger

I think oh yes
send me another gift

like this mental strawberry
in the shape of a perfect hand

©Pete Lee

 

New Motorcycle

A new motorcycle
is like a new woman,
hell on the adrenals,

something you wake up
knowing is all yours,

sexy with big
thick springs in back
and a buddy seat;

or, ladies,
a new motocycle
is like a new man,

sleek and macho
a growler -

a really dumb thing
to bring home.

©Pete Lee

 

 

Obits

our daily uses
little bullets.

one of them has
my name on it.

©Pete Lee

 

 

Spider in My Rum

and Coke on the night-
stand in teh morning
daddy-longlegs
what an ice cube
becomes as it melts
in a spindly dream
I knock it back
and emerge like
a sack of elbows
hugging the walls
gut full of silk thread

©Pete Lee

 

 

Why I Won't Be In Zen Class Today

I fell in the forest
and heard myself.

©Pete Lee


Pete Lee is a writer disguised as a postal worker somewhere in California. The above poems are excerpted from Admiring the Enemy: Selected Poems by Pete Lee. Pete has been published in over 60 journals and 'zines since the mid-nineties, probably more and even earlier.

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