This is the Night

chain-link fence and parking lot
with three battered cars
in oil-slicked puddles

misery sealed in a bottle
recycled over-used
tipped and drained past midnight
when screw-you gets
slammed gut and dirty shroud
behind the final yell
thump on bone
loaded into the dumpster
emptied with bleeding
over that chain-link fence

~ Joanna M. Weston

Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty five years. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, A Summer Father, published by Frontenac House of Calgary.

Read more of Joanna Weston’s poetry:
An Old Song
She Played Banjo
A Handful of Sand
Night Light

One Response to “This is the Night”

  1. Joanna Weston deftly captures the seemingly uncapturable horror of life on and under our streets. Careful and terrifying.

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