Poems by Greg Vovos

That's the dude right there.
He rolls out of the
warm embrace of the Gas Mart
smack dab
int...

Flo the Flamba
stands tall --
twelve feet, seven inches
to be exact.
An orange tuft of hair
...

I was talking to this bird
and he was really pissed off.
He's like, man, this year
I'm doing...

We all have our own Nessie. Mine if you could believe it --
and I don’ t expect yo...

first the guitar
comes
and then the spirits
and finally that voice
of hers
soft but strong
...

He wasn’ t sure what to do.
He couldn’ t even bear
to look at himself…
so ...

When he fell out the
third-story window
he wasn't expecting much,
mostly because he didn't
...