Two Poems by Si Philbrook‏

nearly a love song

i woke
to "Born Slippy"
thumping up
from downstairs,
cheap Gite
in St. Malo,

couldn’t think
where she was
tossed blankets lay around
then the sound
of bacon frying,

is a pile of shit
i’ll stay with someone forever
who makes me bacon butties
the morning after.

Georgia Moon at Midnight

i am unslept
through this dusky-warm night

like blues and whisky
i hear the breath of new orleans

like softness, i ache for you,

an un-made bed,
a smile, a touch,

these are what i miss
this georgia night.

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