The Paddock Review

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A Poem by J.T. Trigonis

OUROBOROS


I dropped 30¢ and a letter on a sandwich he left at the bar,

took a bite because it needed taking under the 

hot sun lamps––smut on my nose. That 30¢

should be enough to buy a one way phone call to 

another time. Same bar. New me? 


And the letter? 


That’s good for a lap dance, some laughs or her love 

on the side streets of a smart phone world, where

dreams walk with medusa-eyed muses and poets

Lethe away past sips, sleep off tomorrow’s sins

against a bar wet with serpents 


eating their own tails…


The bite in my sandwich. 30¢ and a letter. Unread. Again.

…..

This poem first appeared in The Red Wheelbarrow, and can be found in the chapbook Through the Wreckage by J.T. Trigonis (Finishing Line Press) at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/through-the-wreckage-by-j-t-trigonis/

J.T. Trigonis (he/him) is a neon troubadour of the written and spoken word. With the obligatory MFA in poetry from Brooklyn College, his work has appeared in over five dozen journals that have made appearances on the bottom shelf of book stands (as well as online) since 1998. @trigonis