Four Poems by Danny D. Ford

​from within a baggy white shirt uniform

for Carly Horton

she’d blow us kisses
just so we’d feel
like lords
rather than
the paupers
we actually were

lambs
on the vast
concrete plains
of a state school savannah

she was our mate’s
older cousin
& that
was more
than enough

& those
little kisses
that carried
the weight of our crush

are still out there
somewhere

swirling around
the science block

the scruffy fields
& the back lanes

surfing on her
suntanned smile

Waiter Poem #2

not a single person
working there
could spell
cappuccino

not one of us knew
how to heat the milk

but we knew how
to turn the covers
& serve everything
with a slice
of naivete
& a freshly baked
apology

Waiter Poem #8

she reached
across the bar
grabbed my hands
and placed them
on her breasts

the regulars cheered
the most exciting thing
that’d happened all night

under duress
I agreed
they felt great

money well spent

but in my head
I knew they had felt
rock hard
& bereft
of urge

Waiter Poem #9

​she called out
over the top
of the taxi
‘you’re coming with me’
& later
when she unbuttoned
her shirt
I was surprised
by the black
see thru bra

there they were
mystery over

& in the morning
she played tapes
on her shitty deck
& let me hold
her shaved head
as she lowered
her lips

the artwork
across her skin
screaming
african queen

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Danny D. Ford’s poetry & artwork has appeared in numerous online & print titles including the chapbooks ‘Three Poets 5’ – Hickathrift Press, ‘Seven Letter Cities’, ‘Sunshine Junkie’, ‘Flexeril Haikus’, & ‘Slides for Alberto’ - Between Shadows Press, 'Perforated by Sirens' - Analog Submission Press. The Unfolding Head can be found in Bergamo, Italy,
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