Into the Abyss?

More from Robbie Grossklaus, who reads tonight at Luna's, 8-ish. Get there early and have a brew and a bite. This community owes a great deal to Art Luna for providing this on-going Sacramento poetry hang-out, and to Frank Andrick, the current host—as well as to all the ghosts of hosts past who've made this reading a fixture in Sacramento.


Years past marched over the night
in gin and tonic footsteps
breaching the walls since erected.
Drunken kisses between intoxicated butterflies
landed tenuously on numb lips
betwixt forlorn memories.
Caught, between naked caresses and the wheel.
The night slipped into the abyss
of unrequited love
now sanctified by
forbidden lovers.

—Robert Grossklaus, Rancho Cordova

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The last of Snake 6 went out last Saturday; if you don't get it in the next day or two, give us a holler. Maybe it slipped (slithered?) into the abyss...

—Medusa