the sky rolls by
acres & acres

of blue
wind swept

dappled by
skeletal wisp
teased cotton

clumsy footed
down here I
collect the teeth
lost on
my last bet

never was a good gambler
golden days behind me

the cold whistles
through dark pines

brooding on my ass

old wounds

in my nest of
racing forms
& glass

Menesini_photoJohn Thomas Menesini is the author of The Last Great Glass Meat Million (Six Gallery Press 2003), e pit ap h (Six Gallery Press 2007) and endo: Poems and Sketches 2007 – 2011 (Six Gallery Press 2011). He also appeared in the anthology Honeysuckle, Honeyjuice: A Tribute to James Liddy (Arlen House 2006). John lives among the filth and throng of Manhattan.