Friday Poem


We were talking about cliché

the perfesser with the beard and glasses,

tweed jacket with the leather


and twelve men in blue and orange

jump suits, most with shaved heads,

wearing knit caps,

and tattoos on their arms and necks,

when there was a commotion

at the back, and we all got up

to look out the window

beyond the cinder block,

chain link and razor wire:

deer at the dark edge of the woods.

by Eric Gadzinski

from The Bijou Poetry Review;
January, 2009