The Grim and Dirty Days

In reference to the grim
and dirty days: a corked
slop, a many fingered
itch, a sapid broth (thwack!)
on unwashed teeth.
I maundered long with
coated tongue the days
I did not sleep - wore black,
bastard shoes and paced the
grounds for ill advice.
Carmella was faint in
the doffed caps, the
satin robes,
and I aquiver,
maudlin in streetcars and
pained in the metro.
If anything, those grim
and dirty days were
meant for dancing

About the Author

Hugo S. Simões comes from a small island along the Mid-Atlantic Ridge. He currently lives in Lisbon, Portugal. His prose and poetry have previously appeared in Southwest Review, the Chicago Quarterly Review, MORIA, Same Faces Collective, and others.