Whitefish Bay

By Beau Boudreaux

 

Lucifer obtains scripture tattoos
every seven hundred years

ink fades like varnish on 
his body of tropic — still smokes

as if cancer can’t do him in
industrial northern cities 

strange locales, Milwaukee
west wind winds off the lake 

engines rev
in the snowstorm

I ride these sleet streets
a silver R 90/6 from the war

he rides a maroon Ducati 
heads north, pregnant wife 

under the sky pitch black
I motor south

Beau Boudreaux teaches English in Continuing Studies at Tulane University in New Orleans. His first book collection of poetry, RUNNING RED, RUNNING REDDER, was published in the Spring of 2012.



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