Charles P. Ries


You told me dark truths
We drank our beer
Lit up on acid
Crossing Death Valley
In a cherry red “69 mustang.

You were a parody, a melody of
covert and apparent things.

The Mojave’s red dust suited you,
made you opaque and revealed you
to be obvious.

You loved the stifling heat and
felt comfort close to brimstone.

Red blood shot eyes,
White t-shirt,
Blue jeans.

An American patriot with the stars
and stripEs tattooed on your fat white ass.

Comet with a devils tail.

Young Republican.

Undercover agent corrupting a flower child.

Charles P. Ries lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. His narrative poems, short stories, interviews and poetry reviews have appeared in over two hundred print and electronic publications. He has received four Pushcart Prize nominations for his writing. He is the author of THE FATHERS WE FIND, a novel based on memory and five books of poetry — the most recent entitled, The Last Time which was released by The Moon Press & Publishing. He is the poetry editor for Word Riot . He is on the board of the Woodland Pattern Bookstore and a member of the Wisconsin Poet Laureate Commission. But most of all he is a founding member of the Lake Shore Surf Club, the oldest fresh water surfing club on the Great Lakes.

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