Treasure Island

Jerry Lundeguarde

(New York City)

Joe Smokes a Fag On the Beach


grabbed a handful of sand

and let it rush through my fingers
like you curl your lip. They’re
in the front pocket. Out

they come.

Pack it Joe, against
your lighter, and raise
that right eyebrow.
Flash! Whew! You’re
hip now and GOD himself
knows it. Trendy, some
might say. Groovy. Nifty.
That butt hangs strategically
out the corner of your mouth.
Raise the eyebrow again,
Joe! Suck it in. Blow it
in our faces. Toss the
red hot butt in a trash can
full of toilet paper. Walk away
happy, Joe. Finnigans Wake

was in my fist and I

Submitted: Saturday, February 01, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

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  • Ed Nigma (2/3/2014 12:58:00 PM)

    Has that mocking sense to it which I like. James dean himself would feel really small reading this piece but in the end I think even he would have to agree with you. Good stuff (Report) Reply

  • Peter Stavropoulos (2/2/2014 3:32:00 PM)

    Joe is interesting, the narrator is even more interesting, and you're left wanting to know more, which is the most interesting. This is good. (Report) Reply

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