May 22-28, 2017: Poetry from Doug Elson and Jim Babwe

​Doug Elson and Jim Babwe

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​Doug Elson
dougelson@hotmail.ca

Bio (auto)

Doug Elson is an aspiring poet who lives in Chapleau ON Canada. He works, lives, and wanders in the great, remote outdoors of northeastern Ontario, Canada. He considers the lonely wilderness his main inspiration. His work has appeared in eFiction magazine, Untitled, with Passengers, Haiku Journal, and Stellar Showcase Journal

The following work is Copyright © 2017, and owned by ​Doug Elson and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Trees

Flowering trees
crash their beauty
into a fast grave
and I run and 
drag my fingers in
the last boughs.

 



Jim Babwe
jdbabwe@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Jim Babwe is a Cal Poly Pomona grad. He also went to several other universities, including Stanford, Oxford, and UC San Diego (but only to the campus bookstores). Right now (no kidding), he is loading up a rented U-haul and moving back to Encinitas. He’ll call you back as soon as he can.

The following work is Copyright © 2017, and owned by Jim Babwe and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Over the Limit

Stupid panic
and the scent of Brut cologne
cheapened the expensive ride
(but did not lower the price)
in the back seat of a patrol car
where my righteous indignation
and involuntary participation
with the law and injustice
spent my phone call
on a plea
to a bail bonds company–
catchy phone number
in the radio jingle–
which billed me
for a ten percent fee
before the DMV
punished me
and the CHP
punished me
because
I ran out of Listerine
and used the cologne
to mask the odor
of beer on my breath
(two twelve ounce cans, I swear)
not understanding
the percentage of ethanol
(gaudy green bottled liquid)
I guzzled into a horrible
taste in my mouth
and refuses to vacate
its stubborn spot
beside my self-sworn oath
to boycott all false promise,
pseudo
manly
scent
products
forever
and
ever.

Amen.
Dammit.