Bart Solarczyk is a lifelong resident of Pittsburgh, PA. Over the past forty years his poems have been published in print & online in a variety of magazines, journals, anthologies, broadsides & chapbooks. He is the author of three full-length collections of poetry including his most recent book, Carried Where We Go, available from Redhawk Publications on Amazon.
An Old Man Being Me
If I must be an old man
this is how I’ll be:
what I see in the mirror
pain & goodness in my heart
the poison I breathe
& the shit that passes through me
wounded ducks in a row
beer in the backyard
a dead wife plump with memories
& no new wife required
television as white noise
poems plastered to that frequency
a mouthful of green fog
stay hungry, exhale slowly
limping but still moving
reading then forgetting
sleeping in a chair
dreaming ghosts are people
going to the doctor
going to the doctor
going to the doctor
& sometimes there’s good news
what lives behind my eyes
backflipping pages
no hero, no ascension
just an old man being me.
Sun & Leaves
This is fucked up
I have cancer
I’m cold
& my ass hurts
through the window
a world away
a golden sun
warms green leaves
but in here
I have cancer
it’s fucked up
I watch the window
sun & leaves
my ass hurts
I’m cold.
4 Haiku
not quite there-
preparing for
my sponge bath
ten-thousand
kindnesses
& grief still wins
driving to the doctor -
wounded city framed
in morning’s windshield
wings to dust -
the nothing
we become
School Prayer
Bullet holes
in blackboards
kids & cops
& killers
America please
stop it with the guns.
Write It Down
Write it down
so you know
it really happened
write it down
to bring truth
to a lie
write it down
like a Valentine
love me
while the air
is still sweet
write it down.
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