Tony Press – Three Poems

Defining my terms

Belief: I put my belief in mindfulness.
Hope – hope eludes me. It is
too much a future tense.
A good day is a day
without wishes.

On the Ridge

track the butterfly
brilliant flashes of color
as long as you can
it glides through shadow and light
only a moment
Coming Soon

only yesterday
she said “wait until tomorrow”

the sign said
“free beer tomorrow”

a king’s life I’d lead
tomorrow

Tony Press lives near San Francisco and tries to pay attention. Even when drinking hot chocolate in Oaxaca, Mexico, or in Bristol, England. Even then. You can find many of his stories and not as many of his poems, in print, online, and on the floor next to his desk, including such journals as The Lake; One Sentence Poems; Misty Mountains, Right Hand Pointing; Poetry Storehouse; Turtle Island Quarterly; Sleet; Digging through the Fat; JMWW; The Stare’s Nest; Riverbabble; SFWP Journal; Literary Orphans; Boston Literary Magazine. 

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Tony Press – but if they do

but if they do

kicking with Marcy in the alley
buds in ears blasting Beatles
old-school
but still got a kick

sweating like a couple smoked pigs
this heat’s a bitch
in another week
Marcy goes to Iraq
or somewhere
she’s a volunteer

my life is black and blue
she told them
they’ll feed me
house me
college me
they told her
she signed up in a snap

in another week
just me and the alley
and the dogs
the dogs sniffing
coffee grounds and orange rinds
all the crap the people pile here

rank’s got a whole new meaning
over there, Marcy says

she says
a lot of things
but I believe her when
she says
they can’t kill her
Saddam’s the has-been
she says
but, she says, but
if they do,
dump me in the alley
dogs need the meat

first published in Wisconsin Poets’ Calendar, 2013

Tony Press lives near San Francisco and tries to pay attention. Even when drinking hot chocolate in Oaxaca, Mexico, or in Bristol, England. Even then. If you look for them, you can find many of his stories and not as many of his poems. Recent poems appear in The Lake; Misty Mountain; Right Hand Pointing; and One Sentence Poems.

Tony Press – Two Poems

Circle Line

Thought I might be enlightened
on the tube from Paddington
to Kings Cross. Taking in all
faces, sounds, things, no
judgments; this feeling almost
familiar now, a month in.
Mind enchanted left and right.

Then recalling the woman
who, sitting beside me from
Bristol earlier today,
smiled as she left, causing
me to gasp, almost, at the
delicacy of her mouth,
thought not. But I could be right.

The Key to Everything

Five garden-variety letters
with two repeating, to
create a word, a
space in time,
a present of
the here.
C
O
M
M
A
The
comma
is the key
to everything
in this lifetime.
Pause. Breathe in.
Breathe out. Use space.
The gap. Mind the comma.

Tony Press lives near San Francisco and tries to pay attention. Even when drinking hot chocolate in Oaxaca, Mexico, or in Bristol, England. Even then. If you look for them, you can find many of his stories and not as many of his poems. Recent poems appear in The Lake; Misty Mountain; Right Hand Pointing; and One Sentence Poems.