the accordeon is sweating
tango pearls on the skin
of spanish dancers
lord and lady lizardhead
lipless vile and lidless
under lampoons of lore
raising their hands
in nuremburg fashion
they hail the high priest
his orchards his nails
that pin the star to the jacket
that pin the cross to the word
of course the cross is crimson
in the light of colored bulbs
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On Being Awake at 5 A.M.
some days my sadness is so magnificent
that an acrid taste lingers in the mouth of the night
and i think about the thousand ways
that i might die and i think about the birds
Stuart Buck is a Best of the Net/PushCart Prize/BIFFY50 nominated poet and artist living in North Wales.
His second book ‘Become Something Frail’ was released to critical acclaim on Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku – the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read.
An interview with Stu Buck of Bear Creek Gazette