One poem by PW Covington

No

Some days
I would beg for the taste
Of jet fuel fumes splashed with Bourbon

Some days
The best answer
Is no

Things aren’t
As they once were
Or will ever
Be again

Grounded
A place for angst and energy to root themselves
Static discharging before it
Burns across the sky itself, eating infinity

And the low fog horns
Of the liners leaving port
Waft through
The wharves and custom houses

Denied entry
Sent to quarantine,
Just offshore

Some days
The best answer
Is no

PW Covington – New Mexico Beat Poet Laureate (2024-2026), his work has been featured at The Havana International Poetry Festival in Cuba and The Beat Museum in San Francisco, CA. A multiple Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee, in 2019, PW’s collection North Beach and Other Stories was named an International Book Award Finalist in LGBTQ Fiction. Covington lives just off Historic Route 66, Albuquerque, New Mexico, where he has appeared in film and television projects such as Better Call Saul and The Cleaning Lady.