Street Soldiers
shopping for a cart
street soldier, former
Vi-etcetera
said red tides
flown in jungles
blown, into stars
orbiting, out of mind
stars in hand, mouth
a cookie-crispy-bomb-exploding
stars die
red tide consumes
blood jungles
drowning monkeys
toucans, wild boar
bare the truth
I wasn’t there
here, street soldiers
carts in hand
Street Soldiers previously published in ArLiJo, 2015.
Birdman
I saw you workin’
Down there, standin’
Right in the fish
They were right there
By your feet
Right where the two flows
Make a V
Been fishin’ this
River 20-25 years
I was down there for
Two hours: adams to chernobyl ant
And nothin’
And I wasn’t even standin’ in ‘em
Like you
But under that bridge
There’s a big one
My wife saw him
While floatin’ in her tube
Yeah, 20-25 years
On this river, ain’t
Never seen her this low
I’m a wilderness man
Birder ‘round here
From the looks of it
You know what you’re doing
Just don’t stand in the fish
Jevin Lee Albuquerque grew up in California, on the local pier in Santa Cruz, fishing for striped bass. He evolved into a fly fisherman, obsessed with trout and steelhead. Recent publications include: The American Journal of Poetry, Catamaran Literary Reader, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Verbal Art, Phenomenal Literature, and the poetry anthology, Universal Oneness (Authorspress, New Delhi, India, 2019); fiction forthcoming in Confrontation Magazine (Spring 2021). In a former life, he was a professional soccer player. He has a degree in Latin American Studies from UCLA.
shopping for a cart
street soldier, former
Vi-etcetera
said red tides
flown in jungles
blown, into stars
orbiting, out of mind
stars in hand, mouth
a cookie-crispy-bomb-exploding
stars die
red tide consumes
blood jungles
drowning monkeys
toucans, wild boar
bare the truth
I wasn’t there
here, street soldiers
carts in hand
Street Soldiers previously published in ArLiJo, 2015.
Birdman
I saw you workin’
Down there, standin’
Right in the fish
They were right there
By your feet
Right where the two flows
Make a V
Been fishin’ this
River 20-25 years
I was down there for
Two hours: adams to chernobyl ant
And nothin’
And I wasn’t even standin’ in ‘em
Like you
But under that bridge
There’s a big one
My wife saw him
While floatin’ in her tube
Yeah, 20-25 years
On this river, ain’t
Never seen her this low
I’m a wilderness man
Birder ‘round here
From the looks of it
You know what you’re doing
Just don’t stand in the fish
Jevin Lee Albuquerque grew up in California, on the local pier in Santa Cruz, fishing for striped bass. He evolved into a fly fisherman, obsessed with trout and steelhead. Recent publications include: The American Journal of Poetry, Catamaran Literary Reader, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Verbal Art, Phenomenal Literature, and the poetry anthology, Universal Oneness (Authorspress, New Delhi, India, 2019); fiction forthcoming in Confrontation Magazine (Spring 2021). In a former life, he was a professional soccer player. He has a degree in Latin American Studies from UCLA.