Steelhand Blues Cruising
by Kristine Ong Muslim
Deep-six the last train
and go home
because nothing is new here
The lynx returns by midnight,
its slithering tongue a six-pack
of colored stones, diamonds, carnage, etc.
Everything here has nothing to do
with the smell of dogs.
We drive by midnight and crash
course our way to hell.
We are sad.
We are cool.
We are dead.
Welcome to our world.
© 2004 Kristine Ong Muslim
Ong Muslim is twenty-three
years old and has published works in 3 A.M. Magazine, Dark
Moon Rising, The Dream Zone, Kota Press Poetry Journal, and
the Dust Devil anthology. Some of her works will
also be included in future issues of Nostalgia, Lost in the
Dark, and Dark Angel Rising. Another
version of her majors in Chemical Engineering during the daytime.
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