I.
Shirtless in January
Pale potbelly poverty
Hanging over tattered belt
buckle
Leaning casually
Over a pine-green trash can
II.
Drug-weaned cheeks
Steele gaze forward
Popping a wheelie
On the Northside sidewalk
For half a block
Balance perfect
Eli Whittington is a mediocre farmer and an okay parent. They enjoy long walks on rhe forest floor because the ocean is really far from here, and kind of scary. They are the author of ‘Treat me Like you Treat me like you Earth’ published by the late Suspect Press. They also have two tracks of spoken word on Black Marlet Translation’s Punketry album. They are really bad at playing banjo, but will always be, more punk than Brice.
Elizathebeth.com has poems on it that are nearly impossible to read on a phone.
South Broadway Ghost Society 