Category Archives: Poetry

DETECTIVE POEM # 1

Itís Three in the morning And my clientís mistress hasnít left The diplomatís 65th Street townhouse. The blonde wisp went in at One. The upstairs lights went out at One-fifteen. I stand in the alley. The night wind is a little cold. No complaints. Itís my job. To watched someone elseís life. Not a spy. […]

Leap Into The Charles

My nephew treaded water in the Charles River. Twenty feet beneath me. Standing on the railroad bridge jumping is not meaningless. Not jumping is meaningless. My nephew shouts from the river, “Jump. It’s a good thing.” Matt was right and I jump off the bridge. And I fall like a stone through the air without […]

36th Street Crossing

A train passing through at night. Signals flashing bells a-clanging Drivers impatiently waiting the passage of the caboose. A red light fading into the night. Foto by Jocko Weyland

Last Night At The Flamingo by John Iozia 1975

Last Night At The Flamingo (1978) John Ioza There were two thousand queens last night at the Flamingo Before the sun came up they dropped a thousand dollars in drugs on the dance floor. Eighteen superb mixes got sixty thousand oohs and Forty thousand aahs last night at the Flamingo. Two queens got six replays […]

36th Street Crossing

A passing through Tucson at night. Signals flashing, bells a-clanging Drivers impatiently waiting the passage of the caboose. A red light fading into the night. Photo by Jocko Weyland