D.A. Powell
Flight of Poppers
god eats you out o sacrament
o basement party after hours
you slide onto his fist falcon
studio style upon the billiard table
he racks, you break
in the bic light your body is licked by
you flicker twinkle and burst
it’s tramp night at the wreck room
pay a bundle for a bindle
or let him take it out in trade
locker room: light headed, buzzy
black jack: light hearted, dizzy
bolt: hard as a clam on ice
rush: oh somebody tap that hole
D. A. Powell's most recent collection is Atlas T (Rescue Press, 2020). He teaches at University of San Francisco.
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