Table by the Pier

*



Let's not go just yet.

We can catch a boat

in the afternoon,

later, when it’s dark.

Just sit with me here

in the glow a while and

tell me your terrible secrets.

I'll carve them in the wood

with my jackknife

for strangers to read

when we're gone.




                                                           -Brent Allard

Clyde, to Bonnie

*






Your smile makes me whole,

my dark and featherless angel.

Let's blow a hole through

their house-pet love. Snarl,

because we can't be tamed.

When they ask for mercy,

give them the shotgun, darling.

Bring out the final judgment.

Show them the sword in your teeth.

 
 
                                     
 
                                                   -Brent Allard