Scott Wozniak - One Poem

Someone’s Son is Sprawled Out
Bleeding Restitution

 

Execution rings, alongside

stale, gun barrel smoke

in my broken, bleeding ear.

 

Bewilderment and shock

jolts my head clockwise

as aftermath searching

places me eye level with

retributions apparatus

of un-Godly delivery.

 

I then look sideways

to see restitution,

methodically, bleed out

to mingle in gore

with New Year rain

that coats the grime

of crack rock stomped,

Tenderloin concrete.

 

Instinct, frantically, grabs hold

of my survival techniques,

and tosses my scarred body

behind a steel, jalopy bunker

that’s parked street side.

 

And the screams

flail upward on heavy wings

before the sirens

can even think to chime in...

 

 

 

Scott Wozniak is a 37 year old poet, short story writer, and chaos enthusiast that lives in Southern Oregon. His writing has appeared in Red Fez Magazine, Midnight Lane Boutique, and in print at, The Daily Tidings. If you would like to know more about him, please visit, about.me/swozniak.