by Damon Hubb

“I’m a little homesick. / Tomorrow never came / and I’ve always liked the grassy knoll / better than the landing strip, / the barely there, the Hollywood. / God, America was grand.”

by Damon Hubbs

“That summer I dyed my body blue / and worshipped strange gods. / At noon, on the first Wednesday of every month / the city of W_____ tests its air raid sirens…”

by Damon Hubbs

“It’s true I said I was writing a poem for Emily / about minimalism and lawn chairs because even though / I don’t know Emily I know she likes sparse, carefully constructed / poetry that resembles the Violator album by Depeche Mode.”

by Damon Hubbs

“…the waitress is already telling me / about tomato shortages in Nigeria / and how L’Étranger was once a big deal…”

by Damon Hubbs

“The train conductor in Stockbridge looks like Henry Miller / when Henry Miller learned to say amen.”

A Poem by Damon Hubbs

“All my friends are three months sober / in the throes of rhetoric / I bought a cat / and named her Rapture.”