Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

Gentleman’s Club Garden–Jeffrey H. MacLachlan

One humid night, Jeffrey went to a bachelor party at a strip club next to an electrical substation. Tiffany’s Cabaret in Buffalo, NY. After about forty minutes, he went outside with a gay groomsman and drank Molson Ice in the garden. The flowers were infested with swallowwort — neon petals blinked around stems, dangling to muffled house beats. She’s moving out, he said. The wedding’s been off for a week. He free-throwed an empty into a pothole and burped an opera finale. A couple Sabres jumped a bouncer outside, the brawl striking Jeffrey like a grand piano, making him snort dew. The players paid them not to say a thing, and signed a jersey for the groom.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s