Simone Muench's Poem of the Week: “Leave the Gun. Take the Cannoli." by Ray Bianchi
Ray Bianchi is a native of suburban Chicago, the child of Italian immigrants, educated at the University of Iowa. Ray lived and worked for most of the 1990s in Bolivia and Brazil, first as a volunteer in a men's prison and later in international publishing. His work has appeared in Tin Lustre Mobile, Moria, Poesia Y Cultura, and Afterwords. Ray is the author of Circular Descent which is available from Blaze VOX Press. He is the author of two blogs chicagopostmodernpoetry and collagepoetchicago.
“Leave the Gun. Take the Cannoli.”
The pungency of those men who use bear
grease to keep their hair down while discussing
the Bel Canto. On that Saturday afternoon,
breasts were heaving and Comiskey Park green
was in my nose and cigarettes burned the vinyl
chairs. Hordes of monsters, offering plates of
food to garden statues next to faux
ponds. . . While talking and listening to Offenbach,
I think “fuck art, let’s dance.” I make a full
lunch of an Italian Beef Sandwich with nice
sport peppers and a really wet bun and date
stamping. G-string bikinis and a great piece of
steak, rare and bloody, give me indigestion and
a need for tea. The stripper’s smell is in my
nose and the roof is leaking yellow National
Geographics.
By Ray Bianchi.
Purchase at Blaze VOX.
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