Mike Boyle

Mike Boyle lives and works in Harrisburg, PA.

There's been street life, bar life and factory life in several cities. There's been songs with several bands, poems, stories, home recordings and several novel messes.

Meet me at the bottom

sometimes it feels like

living in a black hole.

everything external

gets sucked in, gets

internalized. rarely

does anything leave.

c was in my dream

this am right before

waking up. it was a

long dream. parts of

us were blotted out,

immobilized but that

bubble of spirit was

there & we were in

the bubble. i could

never tell her this,

like this even 30

years later. maybe

i don't have to.

Rustbelt

pale blue eyes

litter creekbeds

some spill out

onto cameron st

wendy, in her sunday shoes

dances around her living room

a vodka nurse's holiday

alcoholiday

we're always driving

her mother's car

upstate

early fall

hank williams

dead in the

backseat