Tufskinz by Peter Relic

Poetry

In the brand new ruins

of Habersham Village

the placard outside The 5 Spot

MEATLOAF IS BACK! means

the dashboard light’s gone dark.

Marginalia in bike lane

Do not explore gravy-as-metaphor

suggests instead we seek analogy

in cauli mash sandwiched

between okra cakes

on special blue plate,

a stand-in for fate.

Will no one try to stop

KING OF TRANSPORT

tractor trailer impersonating

the fiery chariotry of process?

Now boarding Catch-A-Cat bus 25

to Probation Office.

Stuck on a traffic island

with a climate crisis sign

I burn each night

to keep cool,

I ask God’s Body

to spin it for a bit.