Shirts or Skins, a 2014 poetry chapbook by Jim Redmond

Drug Summer

what blood propels
the swivel of moths

blind Poseidon

any dumb light will do

for the washing of the dead

the dark sire of crickets

derelict jukebox
that weighs in my stomach

in the absence of good times

in the Orangery, broken of glass

only a stone’s throw away

from the junkie’s hot now

an old favorite that plays
like a wound stuck on repeat


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