jack peachum Poems
- Hobo Christmas Past Old toothless queen with rheumy eyes, ...
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Jack Peachum has been described as a 'shy and somewhat reclusive poet and author, ' who resides in a tiny hamlet in southside Virginia, a place he dismisses at once– not a regionalist– 'I do not participate in the town/ The town does not participate in me! ”.
Peachum’s poetry- 'a mixture of formalism, faux-oriental, & free-verse- has appeared on the internet and in print journals much in ... more »
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Hobo Christmas Past
Old toothless queen with rheumy eyes,
I'm seeing you again, across a smoky fire-
near an underpass, hillside grey with weather,
you hold forth over a can of hot soup,
stopping to guzzle wine, mutter in your whiskers,
something about peace and love
- a wink at the words-
wind cries in the pines overhead,
snowflakes are dancing, falling on the siding,
a December afternoon turning bitter cold.