SENTINEL POETRY #17
APRIL 2004

POEMS BY

ROBERTA A. McQUEEN
Five Poems

MICHAEL SMITH
Upstream

QUINA L. FELDSTEIN
In The Corner

AKINBOLA E. AKINWUNMI
Baptism

JOHN BRYAN
Five Poems

DAVID E. HOWERTON
Five Poems

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JOHN BRYAN 

 
THE PROFESSIONAL
 
Junkie's skin caffeine brown
From the least of his addictions
Gets up out of his sofa, rushes
Downstairs through a window -
Late for work; traffic lights
Have already been red how many
Times so far today, not raining,
Misses last greyhound race which
Could've taken him elsewhere.
Glued the downstairs guy's
Squidgee inside his bucket
Before sniffing the rest -
That cuz calls in work OD'd
A twelve hour day, through
One and two
Dollar donations, plus unemployment
Benefits, more
Than your average G.P.; just
Enough for drugs and horse betting.
The danger of being
Squashed this particular shift
Was odd - someone washed his
Traffic lights for him, another
Got out of their car washed
Their own window in front of him.
That traffic light tenure
take it, no one dares,
There is no one else
Who could cut and gut you,
Leave you hanging from them
By your small intestine, all before they
Change red to green,
Takes your wallet as a tip,
Rapes your passenger at the hip.

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