Saturday, January 9, 2010

Steve Calamars - One Poem


I hook-shot hand-grenades
at snitches crouched in the
corners of safe-houses and

I kick bullets like soccer balls
thru front doors and dry-wall

my fingers almost strangle
the trigger and turn the barrels
of my guns blue

pistols coughing-up lungs and shrapnel

my violence left radiating like
roman-candles and monster-trucks
rolling over police-cruisers—

Steve Calamars lives in San Antonio, TX. He has a B.A. in Philosophy and works in a grocery store. His first poetry chapbook, American Violence, will be released April 2010 from New Polish Beat. He blogs at

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