Tag: Ken Robidoux
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Poems by Ken Robidoux
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Ken Robidoux
So It’s Wednesday and Celeste is Dead A couple pitchers of Natty Light, maybe three, at the Oasis and every fifteen minutes a middle-aged stretch mark spins on a brass pole behind the bar to Bon Jovi, Cinderella, Poison, this time it’s Warrant “Cherry Pie”… Half a dozen silent sweaty fat guys, whose sweaty fat…
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Ken Robidoux
Turn Smile Shift Repeat Like someone that’d say veranda instead of porch, I woke up this morning in an angry bed. All six comforters, both feather beds, eight pillows and three stuffed animals wrapped around me. Playing melodramatic, all distraught at my misfortune, I wrangled an arm free and lit a cigarette (don’t tell my…
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Ken Robidoux
Simple Desert Skies for Tom Sydow Train, Train, rolling wheels tumbling, You beat steel beam and bravado. Clank and cacophony are your contradictions As syncopated earth rhythms sing your song. Ground gives way. Iron trestles groan. Mountains become tunnels, territories sutured by your timbre. You dealt destiny in your glory days. A train stop meant…
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Ken Robidoux
Shaking Cursive She said she didn’t recognize me anymore, that there are bullet holes in the swing set at Graceland, something about her cat with twelve toes, and cancer, she said she had cancer. I watched her shoulder twitch as she spoke. She never took her eyes off the Hollywood freeway as we passed the…
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Ken Robidoux
Home for Pops Rolling through a sleeveless summer night, resting on my back in the oil-soaked wooden bed of my grandfather’s ’57 Chevy, the moon spins on my tennis shoes, the dusky smell of truck mixing with groves of oranges, lemons, and grapefruit that blanket our valley. Wind teases me softly. I pull back the…
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Ken Robidoux
Photograph for Hannah In this one you sit crossed-legged, facing me, holding a pair of drum sticks. The honey glaze on the wood draws light from a bay window. We sit, just the two of us, each playing some song now forgotten in our walk-up overlooking the bay. You are still in diapers and your…