In the Neighborhood

A poem by Jeffrey Zable

I was pissing into the wind when the wind said to me,

“Listen, man, you’re pissing into my only good eye.

If you don’t stop I’ll sue!” To which I responded,

“I’ll counter sue and bring back the great Melvin Belli

to represent me!”


And after a considerable pause, I heard from the wind again.

“Now I’m basically blind, and where I blow I’ll never know.

Undoubtedly I’ll create hardship for a multitude of creatures,

and in the end the responsibility will lead back to you!”


With that, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

I moved my pecker to the left and pissed on the sun

who expressed how refreshing it felt

given the temperature in the neighborhood.

Jeffrey Zable is a teacher and conga drummer who plays Afro-Cuban folkloric music for dance classes and rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area. His poetry, fiction, and non-fiction have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines and anthologies. Some of his more recent writing has appeared in Serving House Journal, Sick Lit, Unscooped Bagel, Mocking Heart ReviewKairos, Dead KingInk In Thirds, Tigershark, Weirderary, DOGZPLOT, Vending Machine PressThird Wednesday, The Bookends Review, The Vein, Revolution John, and many other publications.

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