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3 poems by John Dorsey

Harvest Moon
For Donnie Hendrix

I can still see you
Mowing your grass
Neil Young and Frank Zappa
On oversized headphones
Sweat stained Alice Cooper t-shirt
Born to two deaf parents

Helping your mother
Hang clothes out on the line.

Helping your father
Build model airplanes
with silent propellers.

Your love held suspended
Like ghost song.

Not yet ready


You sang songs by Woody Guthrie
Not the originals
But covers by the Counting Crows
Placed your heart in a locket
Hidden under a pillow
On the third floor of a West Toledo mental ward.

You never learned how to dance
Just painted flowers on your toes
When it came time to bloom.

Eight Planet Blues

Kerouac didn’t know anything about sadness

When he was a kid

terror was still science fiction.

Pluto was a planet and a cartoon dog.

The universe seemed limitless.

John Dorsey is the author of several collections of poetry, including “Teaching the Dead to Sing: The Outlaw’s Prayer” (Rose of Sharon Press, 2006), “Sodomy is a City in New Jersey” (American Mettle Books, 2010), “Leaves of Ass” (Unadorned Press, 2011). and, most recently, “Tombstone Factory” (Epic Rites Press, 2013). His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He may be reached at archerevans@yahoo.com

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