3 poems from Christian Garduno influenced by Bob Dylan

photo by Cory Polacek

Ghost Station

I’m a ghost standing at your station, mama
wondering if this train’s ever gonna show
sometimes I think you tickle my brain
and the whole scene is just for show

It’s pathological, mama
the way you wrap around my head
I find myself about to boil over
maybe I should just walk home instead

I should sit down and write you a letter
I’ve got your address memorized by heart
the only thing I’ve written is “THE END”
and I think it’s a pretty good start

It’s Reaganomic, mama
the way you trickle down my spine
the space between us is quite maddening
but I can’t unspend my time

One of these days, I’m gonna down take your picture
but your eyes are tattooed across my heart
you always take me to the end of the line
and I think that’s a pretty good place to start

Hiroshima Skyline Rag

Hot river of ashes
lava making its way down your throat
when your eyes start to cross
you know you’ve no thoughts to float

So look at what we have done to them
we will do it to ourselves by accident or fate
But it’s not for me to mention
if we’re on time or if we are late

The Mountain has been decimated
the shrine has been desecrated
They lean into me
telling me- this is victory

Their words are mausoleums
empty without sacrament
They only hear echoes
of their own vehement 

Hot river of ash
lava coating your throat
you’ve got eyes to get across
you know your soul will float

But it’s not for me to mention
if we’re on time or if we are too late

The Oracle

The Oracle of Delphi has spoken
with her drunken voice unbroken
She muttered now’s the time
to rip the wine from the vine

She couldn’t have known it was me
who was picking up scraps from her feet
She was tossing down diamond fillings
as I went sweeping up her street

Apollo was spaced out, he never heard a word
some say behind his back
He’s gonna burn up upon re-entry
well, I had to laugh at that

The Oracle of Delphi layed me down
though I realized it was only in jest
when I said I had no answer
She told me that I passed the test

Apollo, he was stargazing
wondering if it was odd
that the fellow in the mirror
was a sad young God

Bio: Christian Garduno’s work can be read in over 100 literary magazines. He’s the recipient of the 2019 national Willie Morris Award for Southern Poetry, a Finalist in the 2020-2021 Tennessee Williams & New Orleans Writing Contest, and a Finalist in the 2021 Julia Darling Memorial Poetry Prize. He lives and writes along the South Texas coast with his wonderful wife Nahemie and young son Dylan.

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1


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