Thursday, November 10, 2022

Two poems by Matt Borczon

Before it was the Access Highway

 

there was

a train

track that

ran from

up past

Bucyrus Erie

all the

way to 

the waterfront

and I

wanted to

be Bob

Dylan and

Woody Guthrie

that summer

 

and the

train that

ran down

that track

was slow 

enough to 

jump on

without dropping

my cheap

guitar and

I would

ride it

towards Lake

Erie watching

the water

reflect the

burning sun

 

and in 

7th grade

that  was

enough to

let me

believe

I had

hopped a

fast freight

to parts

unknown.

 

 

Portrait of the Artist at 57

 

my heart 

is a casino

my mind

is a garage

my feet

are slow

horses my

hands are

broken hammers

and my

spine is

missing and

my courage

is missing

too my

eyes are

a lighthouse

looking out

towards nothing

but an

endless sea

of stars

and words

and memories

and time.

 

Bio: Mathew Borczon is a nurse and Navy sailor who has written 14 books of poetry. His latest book Cancel My Subscription to the Resurrection is available from Alien Buddha Press.

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