Between back seats of
daddy’s drove down Jalopy
the three siblings writhe 

look:

Alabaster shoes
walk over alley box legs
in porcelain smile 

Upon bandana boys
offered no grace other than
low riding blood bonds

Past saxophone street
born sounds that souls make when they
can’t cry blue downtown 

Downtown
near ash end motel
where leopard coat fishnet dreams
draw within gray men

look:

Concrete is screaming jazz

Coleman Bomar is a writer who currently resides in the mountains of East Tennessee. His works have been featured by and/or are forthcoming in 365 Tomorrows, Bewildering Stories, Altered Reality, Impressions Literary Magazine, The Scarlet Leaf Review, The Heartland Review, Danse Macabre, Anti-Heroin Chic, Showbear Family Circus Liberal Arts Magazine, Rats Ass Review, Nine Muses Poetry, Plum Tree Tavern, Prometheus Dreaming, SOFTBLOW, Poets’ Choice Zine, Coughsyrup Magazine, Isacoustic, Ethel Zine, Terror House Magazine, and Eunoia Review.