Three Poems by Jon Dambacher

 

               Walnut Creek
cactus outside Motel
Night Window sign when illuminated
thinwhitewalltires flat
in old unmaintain’d sportscar
park’d in the space
before Dr. Pepper vending machine.

               I reverse back out into the street
I’ll find another place to stay
or just keep driving.

 

               Walking a quiet street of singlestory homes
most with white picket fences
greeting me among fallen crisply dried leaves
a note written on paleyellow napkin:
               “Sorry about the light
I couldn’t find the switch.”

 

               There’s a wrinkled mole
over his chocolatefountain eyelid
he’s singing a tatter’d version
of Tony Bennett’s “The Good Life.”
               I’m the only person in this place sober
these people are sweating
unaware of their own stench
eightypercent of the theatre’s empty.
               The lights are too bright in his face
so stops the music cutting lyrics & band,
“Can we hit these?”

 

Photography © Allison Goldin
Photography © Allison Goldin

 

Jon Dambacher’s Previous works are Gyratory Jabber, Sour Candies, A Strange Sickly Beauty, Anchored Disorder (with Cliff Weber), a green & upcoming brown book of poetry. Residing on a compound within the Northern California gold rush mountains, @Jon_Dambacher can be found on all social media platforms.”

Allison Goldin is an artist living in Cambridge. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles. She is currently studying Illustration at The School of Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

 

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