Coyote Mercury

words, birds and whatever else by James Brush

Panhandler Blues

like Guthrie his
guitar screams

this machine
kills fascists

this guitar
is an animal’s bite

imperfect neck gripped
tight to sparse

applause for a
street busker

trying to change
the world

each measure
a fool’s gamble

might as well
ask the planets

change orbits
for a few coins?

a loose needle
some matches
a few bucks

in the guitar case
open like a mouth
in mid-phrase


PAD #1: Fool | This Is Not a Literary Journal: Word Salad


  1. image in that last stanza is spectacular!

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