Riding Dark Horse Nightmare(3).Poems.Joan McNerney



to prison library

where sewer

backs up flooding

cages of books

my brains are washed

by a short scientist


 detectives trail me

arrested by police

giving up to

handcuffs  ether


now on train

calendars peel

off cars

1942   1962   1982

2198   1892   1294

passengers screaming

screaming off track

burning 3rd rail


in swamp struggling

to reach green reeds

i   am   a

fixed target

paper duck

*pull trigger*fire pin*thru barrel*into muzzle*

b u l l e t                 s h o t

paper duck

mowed down.



an executive


showed me in

i, shy

as an orphan


her charming face

thru sewing room

viewing beige cabinets

bolts of silk

tactical prints

her life in threads

swatches impressive



discerning glances

make me hurry

out the rear

but she invited

me only to see

her material things

& feel them



all handsome houses

have well guarded gardens

lush chrysanthemums

smothering me




“A” train

brassy blue



close eyes

watch points

like stars


think now

how insignificant

compared to train

speaking for itself


stars known

in no language

burn shoot


tiger’s eyes


brain in

constant action



to what we do not know

plans of distant stars

galaxies floating as


“A” train

silver worm

slides under

big belly

of city


Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Spectrum, three Bright Spring Press Anthologies and several Kind of A Hurricane Publications. She has been nominated three times for Best of the Net. Poet and Geek recognized her work as their best poem of 2013. Four of her books have been published by fine small literary presses and she has three e-book titles.



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