The End of the Age

The movie was straight from the IFC
with a fitting climax.
We stumbled
for a door in Northern Liberties and ended
up in the bathroom of a pad.
Bachelor is hardly the word.

Directed is hardly…
So, really,

the movie was fit for the IFC,
without a fitting climax,
you see,
we had been drinking and thinking
and see that’s a dangerous anti-capitalist idea.
We ended up in the basement
of a house in Overbrook
and the owner…
smooth is hardly the word.

Sexy is far from…
So really I mean really-

we were sitting in the Blue Comet
watching the planets go by.
And we stumbled into the Glenside
night with fewer ideas but more laughs,
and the cool air came in like a hangover man,
like the next day was there already
like all we wanted was gone
in the train stop mist.

And we beat the rain to our cars by inches
and we knew that we all were the same,
that we had won the race
but something had changed,
and we didn’t know what
to call it.


Photography © Jennifer Matthews


Anthony Palma teaches writing at a couple colleges in the Philadelphia area and South Jersey. His poems have appeared in several places, including The Mad Poets’ Review, Harbinger Asylum, and Italian Americana. In addition to poetry, his creative interests include the blending of poetry with other genres, including performance, visual art, and music. He lives in West Chester, Pennsylvania with his family.

Jennifer Matthews’ poetry has been published in Nepal by Pen Himalaya and locally by the Wilderness Retreat Writers Organization, Midway Journal, The Somerville Times, Ibbetson Street Press and Boston Girl Guide. Jennifer was nominated for a poetry award by the Cambridge Arts Council for her book of Poetry Fairy Tales and Misdemeanors. Her songs have been released nationally and internationally and her photography has been used as covers for a number of Ibbetson Street Press poetry books and has been exhibited at The Middle East Restaurant, 1369 Coffeehouses, Sound Bites Restaurant in Somerville and McLean Hospital.