Banshee Blues

you can tell a woman
by the way she
deals with the devil
small like a plastic hurricane
the way she ups and
rolls and jives with the punches
soft penance
rescued from the
fists of destiny like
mud on the water
once in a
blue moon
daylight’s the only crime she
never saw comin’
cool revolver, she’s a
snake in winter
a head full of empty sand and
boots like a boneyard stomp
gotta swerve like
bad news comin’
a rumor that is neither
true nor actual
a shake on
her back door
the moonlight began as a river
a peaceful commodity
humble and
easily assembled
a long cool train back home
miles of hungry sex and
disappointed houses
that’s your time come

I consider this poem to be another one of my jam sessions, or the fruits of an afternoon spent free-writing while listening to the blues. (And for what it’s worth, I think I may have just become a fan of Virgil & the Accelerators.) You can find my first Led Zeppelin inspired jam session here. And my first attempt at a poet’s guitar solo, of course, inspired by Lindsey Buckingham, is featured in the poem, “Seven Road,” available now as part of my debut chapbook, Seven Road & Other Poems.


I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a very happy holiday season. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

10 responses to “Banshee Blues”

  1. Wonderful, wonderful. I love the images this conjures up…I think the first 3 lines are my favourite, though. There’s no way that a poem that begins like that is going to let me down.
    Btw, am loving that artwork to bits. The lady puts me in mind of PJ Harvey. Did you create that image??? I would buy the shit out of a deck of cards in that style!

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