Four Poems

Love at the Sunshine Club

Macon, Georgia, 1970

Bloody smear across the moon
and I’m thinking again of the sucker punch that decked
   me at the Shine—
Forsyth Street, forty years ago.
Two bikers, the bartender, me, and to light the fuse
a skinny girl in skintight blue jeans
                                                             casually humping the jukebox.

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