Poets Express Winter

Poetry by

Michael Frey

 

WHERE ARE WE GOING?

 

I ask as I kick my liver in the back seat

and caress my southern lover,

sitting in the red bucket seat beside me.

 

You say, “Ghosts and murders,

ghosts and murders”

and unzip my fly.

 

My aorta takes the wheel

and my vena cava

works the stick shift.

 

Blood, sweat and semen

flood the ’57 convertible and

spill over the sides onto

 

Yellow lines and red mountains,

whitewall tires sipping black sand

and a tar engine eating brown bones.

                     

I kiss you hard

and slap my spleen

and love my southern lover.

 

FALLING - START HERE

 

 

Falling- start here

 

holding hands and smiling

the desk of a family of cadavers 

eyes glimpse a gruesome picture atop

empty space.  My plummeting 

as I flinch and grab for the

terror subway across orange rinds  

of 9.8 meters/second as I fall,

I can’t stop the despotic pull

swarming with snakes

when I notice the seat

I sit back in my chair

 

Falling- start here


 

 


Michael Frey is a doctor of medicine and an associate professor at Albert Einstein College of Medicine of Yeshiva University in New York City.  He grew up on Long Island and graduated from Brandeis University where he was taught/ greatly influenced by Allen Ginsberg.  Michael currently lives in Manhattan with his kindred spirit/ muse/dog Monty. Recently, his poetry has been  published or forthcoming in WestWard Quarterly, Illogical Muse, Always Looking Magazine and Foliate Oak.