Issue 46

Ryan Eckes


chase scene

we’re in mcglinchey’s dancing to the juke box, iggy pop. no dancing,
says bartender, but we keep dancing, the waitress comes over, for
real stop dancing or you gotta leave. it’s the law somehow, but we’re
drunk and we want you, come dance w/ us, please—please be the girl
we used to love way way back, she won’t crack the slightest smile. i
don’t know who i’m even talking to. is this a poem? a poetry reading?
she drags my dead horse across the bar and says look, who wants this
joke. you think it’s my job to listen to you, it’s not—it’s to serve you
hot dogs while you drink yourself back to the womb—which is what—
you don’t know, and that’s your job—to find out. i’m not the passenger.
i do not ride and ride and ride.



old people vs. babies

go vote in the church
whenever your drunk
little heart desires

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quiet sex

*    *    *

ultrasound
normal

*    *    *

i am making out
w/ a tree

*    *    *

basting

*    *    *

i’m so sick of all
the tax talks

*    *    *

there is a little boy on the bus
who won’t shut up
his name is ryan

*    *    *

go back to jersey, heidegger

*    *    *

we can just have peas from a can

*    *    *

i shook wilson goode’s hand today
it looked like bad porn
which is what we wanted

*    *    *

god is like walmart
he has everything

*    *    *

we can roll around in
the wet red clay
listening to otis redding
all day
drinking wawa coffee

*    *    *

you were born at 9:13pm
eating an avocado
in the twilight of a mediocre career

*    *    *

i am now eating a soggy tuna sandwich
and thinking about why my experiment
isn’t working

*    *    *

colin farrell is filming on the rooftop
across from my lunchroom window

*    *    *

there really are naked chicks

*    *    *

that asshole’s asshole
is going in a poem

*    *    *

so i’m having a child
the name north is off
the table

*    *    *

i can’t believe they killed him

*    *    *

life on earth = B-

*    *    *

you’re gonna flag
my shit

*    *    *

at 5th & miff

*    *    *

meeting yorty at lucky in 20



make up

funny thing you think my debt
exists

*    *    *

i said wanna slow dance
right now
in the middle of this
bagel shop
over by the napkin holder
or dispenser
is it

*    *    *

what do you call
the look i give
you shake off
sometimes

*    *    *

officer i’m just getting
a cheesesteak, i’ll move
the car in a sec

*    *    *

we got the same
song stuck
in our head

*    *    *

love like work
a leash
see the cars
pass

*    *    *

i hope he doesn’t
take attendance

*    *    *

before the ocean
comes to get us

*    *    *

please fill out
this form

*    *    *

my mother dyes her hair
red every two weeks

*    *    *

the whole year
was a morning
i couldn’t get
enough coffee

*    *    *

why begin with
romanticism

*    *    *

i know it’s raining
i don’t care

*    *    *

you think charlie
parker’s upset
b/c he can’t sustain
a harmony, said
cornel west, let
me just jump out
here at the
corner

*    *    *

the moon does not run
on gasoline
gil ott used to sing

*    *    *

this is my job
you owe me 9 dollars

*    *    *

i have only
to live

*    *    *

you take a sip
of your dirty
martini

*    *    *

it’s a low key thing
not a party
but you can bring
a few people
if you want

*    *    *

just think: a country
full of human beings
sitting on couches
right now
making out
or not making out

*    *    *

the wind ripples
the windows
i’m awake

*    *    *

your sad blue
dress
i will take off
again

where

*    *    *

why do i have to keep
tying one
on

*    *    *

look at all the
birthdays

*    *    *

boss is out tomorrow
let’s do something

*    *    *

it’s the united states of wells
fargo

*    *    *

liam neeson fights
a wolf
to the death
w/ his bare
hands
in alaska

*    *    *

maybe we’ll make
another one
but this baby’s
dead

*    *    *

let me just jump out
here at the corner

*    *    *

like falling asleep
on your couch
as you read poems
to me against
my knees

*    *    *

i like your voice
how you read

*    *    *

certain sorts of faces
are climbing up
thru me

*    *    *

one
crow
caws

*    *    *

i’m drunk
and it’s freezing

*    *    *

new law: straight people
cannot get married

*    *    *

new law: no more
insurance companies

*    *    *

new law: throw ’em
under the bus



Ryan Eckes lives in South Philadelphia. He's the author of Old News (Furniture Press, 2011), Valu-Plus (Furniture Press, 2014), and other books.