Two Hoppers

    the actor is               an ashy colored        hangover narrow
    face and           sunglasses      they          are here on
    this street              corner for          the perfection           of
    morning           light captured           on canvas        the
    subject sneaks       a swig from             his hip          flask
    expresses his       gratitude          looking           up at
    a sky         too clear         and pure for              the likes
    of him       an alley          cat knocks over          cans
    -orange blur-            but            a more suitable
    symbol       the painter is              meticulous              in light
    brushstrokes convey             feelings             loneliness
    isolation           American           spiritual           starvation

    (previously published in Mandrake Poetry Review)



    Taking the Stud Home

    Katherine wears fox
    -not mink-
    buys a fifth round for herself

    and Mr. Half-Her-Age.
    She looks ten years younger
    in barroom darkness.

    Later in her dim kitchen
    they drink gin
    and talk about her dead

    husband -keep their voices down,
    so not to wake her boy
    upstairs.

    Katherine, call-me-Kate,
    says she answers phones
    in an office;

    sucks a little more gin,
    eyes his body,
    slides a hand along his shoulder-

    firm 21 years old,
    aches to wrap herself
    in his smooth skin.

    her hand-
    shadows of pain,
    time measured in wrinkles-

    feels his bone and muscle;
    warm, so warm.
    She is too thin.

    Frail months
    without appetite
    and now real hunger

    pangs near her heart.
    Kate fears her ghost
    husband watches,

    neck bent in shame.
    Another gin, more
    conversation,

    mild laughter,
    forget the dead
    judgment.

    She knows he thinks
    he's a stud
    to seduce her

    -doesn't matter-
    inside she nods to her
    needs.

    Bottle finished,
    chairs skid linoleum,
    hand takes hand,

    stagger the stairs
    to fight the empty bed
    for a night.

    (previously published in Main Street Rag)



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Dancing Bear
photo courtesy CJ Sage

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     Dancing Bear lives in the San Francisco bay area. His poems, art interviews, reviews and photographs have been published in many journals, including New York Quarterly, Zuzu's Petals Quarterly, Slipstream, Rio Grande Review, Pearl, Poetry Motel and Nerve Cowboy. He is Editor-In-Chief of the on-line magazine Disquieting Muses (disquietingmuses.com) and the 1999 winner of the Mindfire Chapbook Contest for his manuscript Blue Hand, later this year a chapbook Atlas(Red Fruit Press) will be released. Dancing Bear is the host of a weekly poetry show "Out of Our Minds" for public supported KKUP 91.5 FM in Cupertino, CA.

Mitakuye oyasin (All my relations),
Dancing Bear


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