red booth
review

issue 4teen
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 Rainstorm

It was us 
now me

slamming the door on an
old red car shut

on a black and
deep empty road.

White rain sheets
pound incessantly

swelling brown puddles 
along the roadside.

I’ve placed 
my things in a bag

and locked 
them in the trunk.

I turn and face
the thrashing 

trees and the 
emptiness

and leave it
all behind.

Destination:
neon lights
 
 

 

 - Mike Beyer
 
 
  

Mike, a Baltimore native and resident, just graduated form the University of Maryland: Baltimore County where he won the 2003 Malcolm C. Braly Award for poetry. He has no clue what he wants to do but for right now staying out late, working little, and drinking all his friend’s beer is all right with him. Be on the lookout for a poetry feature and interview in an upcoming issue of the Main Street Rag.
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