A Poem by Brenton Booth

PINCHED

yes yes yes

egg faced sand tango’s
stone legged tourists smile and break
soap edged guillotines lather weary grey palings
orange peel crabs drink stinging bees—
running barefoot on the melting ice

contemplating

the sledgehammer jabbing away at my coward spirit

like lightning chewing on an albino cat:
while cars drive by worth more than my last five working years
and i worry about losing the next.



Brenton Booth resides in Sydney, Australia. If you would like to read other work of his, you can find it in 3:AM Magazine, Thunder Sandwich, Dogzplot, Underground Voices, Shot Glass Journal, Red Fez, Gutter Eloquence, Citizens for Decent Literature, Zygote in my Coffee, Mad Swirl, Rusty Truck, Full of Crow, Camel Saloon, Yellow Mama, Napalm and Novocain, and Storm Cycle(Anthology).