PJ Nights
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The cloud holds Dickinson and Buk
When Bukowski dies, he lies down with Emily
on her silver heel and writes of rainbows
and unicorns. Or not. No verses of virgins
and white horns for either, so what will be?
(Smart women avoid vomit pools of drunks.)
But he dies nevertheless
and in the afterlife, her tinkle of piss
into the ocean draws his thoughts away.
ALL IS BRIGHT in a warm plate of noodles;
God sings his song in a curry sauce. It comes down
to the nobodies, a pair of them. "How dreary
to be somebody," Emily says and splits the tree,
quarters the sky. Hank counters with,
"The best say little, the worst too much."
Segments of blood angels his dreams
stay behind, buried with dog bones. Emily knocks
pearly gates in a red skirt, a blouse
of dandelion sleeves, and you and I,
we lie in our bed of snow
wave our arms and grin.
PJ Nights' father gave her a love of learning and the stars. She lives in coastal Maine, teaches physics and astronomy further inland, and is the senior poetry editor of MiPo. Her poetry has been recognized by the IPBC, NPAC and the Preditors & Editors Reader's Poll. She won 1st place in the 2003 (6th annual) Poetry Super Highway contest.
PJ Night's publishing credits:
Animus, Penumbra, Slow Trains Volumes I and II anthologies, Language and Prejudice (textbook), Apples & Oranges, Bellatrix Blue, Steel Point Quarterly, Blue Fifth Review, The Green Tricycle, Stirring, Erotica Readers & Writers Association, Slow Trains, CleanSheets, The Lightning Bell Poetry Journal, MiPo, LotusBlooms, the muse apprentice guild, Lingerings, Mind Caviar, Amoret, the Emerald Collection, Ophelia's Muse, Tasha Klein's Gallery, Hoot Island, Writer's Hood, Tryst, La Rosa Blanca, MiPo Print, and Erosha.
