A Poem By Bo McGuire

Super Moon

i take the feeling of you—stomp
it out with my black throat—
throw it down the cement hatch

it bleeds in gold rushes

i’ll be up all night—moon
headed—stiff as the wind i sniff
until i have enough desert in me
knifing the boy inside a man—i moan

this is how i know i am cowboy—my bones
screaming a strut to the sinners’ shrine

in the barrio—ghosts
i used to know who won’t moan
me now—i’ve become the mirror i watch
the moon pull back my skin

this old town may be as far as i go
all angled in the face—l.a. in the eyes

in the most beautiful way—tucson—
you stab my heart over 100 times

go look in the mirror—he’s the only person
true enough to tell how long you’ve been gone—
let’s go—i say when i mean
let’s never stop

let’s lie cheat & steal
love with wrong men getting arrested—hollerin’
save my banjo, baby—it’s worth all the fight
i give up



Bo McGuire hails from Hokes Bluff, Alabama. He stares when people get angry on the phone and believes in Dolly Parton above all things. He writes poems, hammers out motion pictures, and is currently studying in NYU’s graduate film program, where he was selected by Spike Lee to receive The Sandra Ifraimova Production Award for Shitbird, a serialized drama he is writing and developing for television.

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