3 POEMS
Gerry Fabian

JUST LIKE STREETCARS

It hasn’t been good spring.
His press is going broke.
His baseball team is rebuilding.
The regular job
he uses to support both
is about to end.

The paint on his car
is chipping away
and whenever he looks
for anything;
it's missing.

Only the music
stays the same.
"Thank God
for the Glimmer Twins",
he says out loud.

Outside, the cat
get in a fight,
one of his children
falls out of bed

and his wife still isn't home.

 

*

 

SOURCE ORIGINS

The stuttering child
still cannot explain
the source of his fright.
His rapid word-groups
tangle on the tongue.
You quickly pull him
into your warm arms
to show that the source
of adult power
will now protect him.

Much later that night
while he is asleep,
you sit and wonder
about the sleepless nights
when your brain stutters
and
who
will be there

to hold you?

 

*

 

MOURNING NEWS

I stumble upon your obituary
accidentally
while searching for part two
of a local news article.

I gasp
and quickly read the obit.
Memories come flashing
in segments and bursts.

You were the first one
that I ever loved.
You taught me so much
in that kind gentle aura
as we explored
the forbidden sides of life.

No one has ever kissed me
with the passion you gave.
I have never truly recovered
from the way that you left me.

And now,
you've done it

again.

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R. GERRY FABIAN is a retired English instructor.  He has been publishing poetry since 1972 in various poetry magazines. His web page is https://rgerryfabian.wordpress.com  He is the editor of Raw Dog Press https://rawdogpress.wordpress.com. His novels, Memphis Masquerade , Getting Lucky (The Story) and published poetry book, Parallels are available at Smashwords and all other ebook stores.