New Poetry From Colin James

New Poetry From Colin James

WAITING FOR MY HONEY IN FRONT OF THE SENATOR THEATER

 

On the theater’s door
a few written words,
“This Theater Will Be Closed
Until A Run On Sentences
Adequately Compensates.”
The leather chairs
varnish their legs.
A thick green compensates
carpets and cashier.
No coming attractions, instead a slat
beneath a portrait with one eye
missing occasionally.
No mints either,
just the smell of insatiable consequence.
As if the balcony stairs could be arrogant
or led away.

 

 

— by Colin James

 

 

Copyright © 2015, by Colin James. All Rights Reserved.

 

Colin James has a chapbook of poems, A THOROUGHNESS NOT DEPRIVED OF ABSURDITY,
out from Pski’s Porch Press. http://www.pskisporch.com/?page_id=139

 

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