Friday Night. by Jeff Santosuosso

Caffeine and volume burst me.
I bellow like a campfire marshmallow
full of gunpowder and Tabasco,
an armadillo, armored car
muffling an IED.
Dusty plumes of life escape my pores.

Strap me down, blow my lid right off,
hurtle me into space.
I’ll create my own gravity,
propel myself through black holes
that’ll orbit me like puppies.
I claw with turtle fingernails,
deflect with crocodile scales,
erupt with a Jackson Pollack heart.
I am the hammer
and the anvil.

Jeff Santosuosso is a business consultant and award-winning poet living in Pensacola, FL. He is Editor-in-Chief of, an online journal of poetry and short prose. Jeff’s work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Comstock Review, San Pedro River Review, South Florida Poetry Journal, Mojave Desert Review, The Lake (UK), Red Fez, First Literary Review-East, Texas Poetry Calendar, Avocet, and other online and print publications.

Jeff’s chap book, “Body of Water,” is available through Clare Songbirds Publishing House. You can order it online at Jeff will inscribe a copy for you if you contact him directly (via Facebook).