Three Poems


by Beau Boudreaux

Camille
 
A thunderstorm takes my power
a quick whip of a mistresses’ gown

my mood
a sunken ship

what’s written on the screen
stolen away

run from my memory
rinses paint from a brush…

wish I had a generator
thinking about what’s in the freezer

venison, crawfish bisque,
Rocky Road

and about saving a beer
from the clutch of warmth.

Coupon

Instead of writing poetry
I’m printing out a 25% off
coupon from CVS

made a list, convinced
of sudden I need Gilette’s Fusion razors
and the new cologne.

Pulling in late to beat traffic
forgot my hat, coat, list
but am too smart

at this hour
I should be fast asleep
and so should Karen

working the cash register,
asks for my card
not why a guy buys

Quilted Northern, Doritos Cool Ranch
a Mr. Goodbar, and a fifth of Jack
for his ride home.

Love Poem

For the first time
I am in love with no one.

No phone calls, texts
late night or early morning doorbell

I read late, sleep and dream
choose to not remember…

lost like a runner
not knowing the distance, the course

capsized in the depths of the Pacific
treading water

and I drive sylvan streets slowly
listening to college radio

feed and take the beagle around
nod to the neighborhood…

a teen-age girl in twilight
toes in the lake at the edge of the pier.

 
Bio: Beau Boudreaux teaches English in Continuing Studies at Tulane University in New Orleans. His first book, Running Red, Running Redder, was published in the spring of 2012 by Cherry Grove Collections.
 

0 comments:

Post a Comment

Tell us what you think.

 

Donate

Passionately Ran, Compassionately Fed.

Follow by Email

About

Belle Rêve Literary Journal is a southern literary experience. Our mission is to capture everything that makes the South and its residents unique through the best contemporary literature we can find. We publish new works weekly.