Reviewed: She Poems by Mike Meraz

As the Editor and Founder of BoySlut who’s had her share [aplenty] of reading poems on a daily basis and from some of the most renowned underground poets from around the world, I must admit I was not prepared for what Mike Meraz had in store for She Poems.

Read in as little as 15 minutes, not only was each and every poem cleverly versed and multifaceted depicted (with much respect to the women who inspired such genu~ism) these candid and satirical poetic trinkets are sure to not disappoint and to encourage the idea of what “underground” poetry really and truly is.

 

 

 

*reviewers note: If you haven’t read She Poems or anything by Mike Meraz. . .Shame on you!  But here is a list of his chapbooks (in no chronological order):  43, Black~Listed Thoughts, Writhing & Alive, Watching it Burn, Black~Listed Poems; and the link where you can view his online Journal, Black~Listed Magazine:

http://www.black-listedmagazine.blogspot.com/

 

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Self~Cannibalism

greatness

this morning

came in the form

of wall street dogs

barking on CNN, and billionaire

roosters crowing in their

free range hacienda coops ~

i scratched my head beneath chipped nails,

peeling away dead skin from my scalp

like a snake shedding away pounds and pounds

of acidic rodent death

and cannibalism

and everything weighing heavy on my mind

and started fresh

with a half-pot of coffee,

a full kiss on your mouth

and this poem about nothing great

 

She Left

she left

ridin’

that midnight train

to Georgia

 

and she left

like a man ~

 

with only the clothes

on her back

 

I could’ve never loved her

as a woman, though

 

especially when she left [behind]

a twelve pack

in the fridge

and

the toilet seat up

 

Blue John

 

we were lovers

once

when

the raccoons came out

to play

with the sky

 

is it so bad

to possess

these liquid dreams

made of corn?

 

I miss your kisses

still, and

vapors eventually do fade,

I suppose

 

I strum one last rhythm

on the banjo

and smell

the burn

of us.