ISSUE 4: SUMMER 2016 / POETRY

“love and death” by Rex Butters

chair sit the beach
shunning the sun
wide brimmed straw
hat
flannel shirt and black
jeans
Crocks with socks
watch Miles swim

3 navy blue uniformed
and shiny black shoed
fire fighters
one with red
suspenders
walk up the beach
3 fragile thin
blonde bikinied
girls
with black mesh
fireman insignia
ball caps
prance up
on the balls
of their feet
like begging excited treat
starved dogs

is there a fire
I wonder
looking around

they stop walking
between me
and the ocean
a yard in front of me

one blond bunny poses
her upturned turquoise blue thonged
narrow
ass crack
in my face

tiny round revealed cheeks
trivial bait
for posing
big arms folded
firemen
ken doll toothy grins
all smooth and simple
suddenly
I’m enveloped
in someone’s
white
lite beer ad
life
as I drag
my chair
bag
Miles’ towel and sandals
6 ft. south
see the sea
once more
white wake
jet skiers bounce
kids colorful styrofoam
ride and float
mad tiny frenzied flies
orbit and infest
the stinking
rotten kelp


Rex Butters has drifted up and down the West Coast. He’s published in many different papers, magazines, journals, and anthologies. He currently resides in San Marcos, Ca., where Ike Turner died.

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