James R. Brown
St James Drinks, Is Jailed
St. James drinks, is jailed, now waits,
Racked and barred and printed,
Ink stunned. Sobering up.
The huskal's no funhouse, though,
As at a fair, all here shout,
Nightless in fluorescence.
Think of those who hung with Christ,
Crossed out, bodies swelling blue.
But one was saved.
Fateful Jane drives down with bail.
Savannah streets, beautiful at dawn.
One, he thinks, was saved.
James Brown lives and teaches English in Savannah, GA. His poems have appeared in The Apple Valley Review, Aurora Review, Outlet, The Blue Collar Review and others.