Poems and Poetry

Colt 45 and a Bucket of KFC | A Poem by G.S. Katz

Thanksgiving in July
A bucket of chicken
Quart bottle of Colt in a bag
Carton of cigs

Wasted in the dark heat
Too loud music
From a 1980s boom box
Held together by duct tape

After dinner
Greasy fingers
Slow dancing
Bed down under the Manhattan Bridge

Good Night


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