was a poem come to rugged life
and I’m waiting for him to come back
from the dead to repossess the poetry
he exhaled without effort with whiskey
in a tumbler and a cigarette always lit,
a man of countless movies cast in
the role of a hip guardian angel to
barflies in search of his hangdog light.
whenever I’m watching
him roaring in heat
opposite astonished women
or machine gunning the heads off
astonished movie villains
cussing worse than any grandfather
in the history of badass
I think to myself this punchdrunk
bulldog is not a shabby fellow:
there is a visceral grace that
shines in his each and every
yippee ki-yay motherfucker.
BIO: Kevin Ridgeway is the author of "Too Young to Know" (Stubborn Mule Press) and "Vacancy" (Alpine Ghost Press), among other titles. His work has appeared in Slipstream, Chiron Review, Nerve Cowboy, Main Street Rag, Cultural Daily, San Pedro River Review, Into the Void, Plainsongs, The Cape Rock, Trailer Park Quarterly and The American Journal of Poetry, among others. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He lives and writes in Long Beach, CA.