Matador Review

A Quarterly Missive of Alternative Concern

Kenneth pobo

dolly parton


Steve says that Dolly sings his life.  He's
hardly from Tennessee, grew up
in Niagara Falls, childhood's speedy water

rushing away. When he's sad
he opens his mouth
and a country song comes out,
almost like opening a music box.  Tonight

Dolly sings that her life
is like a bargain store.  
Under the awning of a guitar chord,
Steve stays dry as rain pelts down.  
The sun stumbles out, drunk,

gold coins
falling all over the county.

steve complex

Goodbye phone: I'm put on
hold with horrible music
after I press a key—
the key

is simplicity.  My life is
like a grocery bag—
the bottom breaks,
cans roll across the parking lot.  

I disappear into machines,
or worse, they disappear
into me.  Maybe

I'll disconnect from everything,
even people, listening for
a gloxinia's purple and white
heartbeat—the bud

asks nothing but to startle
a stem.

Kenneth Pobo has a new book out from Circling Rivers called Loplop in a Red City. Forthcoming in September from Grey Matters Press is a chapbook called Dust and Chrysanthemums.