We all need something to look forward to on Mondays. I used to be part of an open-mic poetry initiative in Rogers Park in Chicago at a small coffee shop called Royal Souls. Sometimes I will write a new poem, most nights it will be from the archive. Enjoy. Also, it might not be at night, but it’s five o’clock somewhere.
Uncomfortable Jazz
Remind me of your sweet pussy
I’m losing it over here
but when I was there
I had lost everything before
So I might as well, ignore modern music
give in to what is killing me
a simple soliloquy instead of a symphony
living is worth having an ugly nemesis, a penny
for your thoughts
is cheaper
than the anger that sizzles like fried butter
the longer I wait
the more I give over
to Uncomfortable Jazz
it loosens me like gin
and my instincts withdrawal
into a hopeless love bird
ready for the draw
It must be a tall order
to get kicked out of a house of cards
But I can’t leave the show
since I know, it isn’t over
-B.B
Ben Bonkoske 