Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative,
poem, spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.
Helen Presents: a poem from Alan Catlin
Mesmerized by the slot machines,
the neon glare, revolving wet bars like
merry go rounds with tequila shots
and Weiss Beer chasers, Circus Circus
light show inducements, likenesses
flashed on high, viewed from above
from outer space, celestial as star
charts, ethereal as dreams made into
myth, then serialized for National
TV, live screening and video tape
replaying as endless imaging, forming
and reforming as something else,
a confusion of here, there and
everywhere else, his tail looped
around dealer’s tables, under the wheel,
eyes spinning like games of roulette,
where it stop, no one knows.
Alan Catlin has been publishing since the days when mimeo was king, the formats rude and he audience small and hard to reach. He has many chapbooks and full length books to his credit, most recently Beautiful Mutants from Night Ballet Press.