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| ***BIO*** JAMES BABBS: I was born during the Johnson administration when the average household income was $6,899.00 and a gallon of gas cost just 32¢. I have been writing poetry since the early 1980s. I live in the same small town where I grew up. I still dream of becoming a rock star but I’d settle for Emperor of Wyoming. My poetry collection, Dictionary of Chaos, is still available from www.xlibris.com.
Some recent poems have appeared in-Abbey, Free Verse, Nerve Cowboy, Open Wide Magazine, Remark and Zen Baby-and on the internet at-The Cerebral Catalyst, Thieves Jargon, Underground Voices, Word Riot and Zygote In My Coffee. |
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| Free Kittens |
| by James Babbs |
| when he sees the sign that reads
free kittens nailed to the tree out near the side of the road he slaps me on the back and screams, I didn’t know they were locked up and then he laughs filling the inside of the car like an explosion and we’re on our way to the bar and he’s already feeling good because we’d been drinking yuckadoos—lemonade mixed with vodka doing what we called our pre-party ritual or PPR playing up and down the river and getting drunk before we even left the house and I’m not sure how much we drank but my cheeks feel hot and things look a little fuzzy but I’m keeping the car on the road and he sticks his head through the open window and starts yelling free kittens at people as we drive past and I can see some of them chuckling with understanding knowing he’s just another drunk out having a good time while there are others who flash us that look as if they just caught a whiff of somebody else’s shit and are appalled that such things would ever happen in their neighborhood |
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| June 2007 |
| 89 |