Three Copper Men Lowell was a howl when we played the old dive with its cheap shot tequilas and its strip-joint jive. The crowd on the dancefloor brought bones, pipes, and bongs, drank warm beer from cups and lip-synched the songs. We changed threads between sets and hung out with the gulls while strippers from the cellar played tricks with our skulls. Twilight at Queen’s Park, 2020 Bright lights reflect the towers’ glass sending neon colors to wake the grass where lovers lie masked by a man-made lake waiting for the pandemic to take a break.
Frank William Finney retired after 25 years in higher education working in Thailand. At present he enjoys tea, single malts, and the company of cats (not necessarily in that order). His poems have appeared in Purifying Wind Anthology, (USA), The Best of Vine Leaves Literary Journal (Australia), Universal Oneness (India) and elsewhere. He has work forthcoming in Constellations, Stardust Review, and Millenium Pulp Literary Magazine.