Poetry from Jack Galmitz

A Melamine Cup Drops

Poems by Jack Galmitz


Bang! Bang!

this is America

he yelled



the covers

I discovered

Her inside self


there were giants

once and then men

and now us


in the cat

a friend

I knew then


I’ll say this

coming from the showerheads

is poison gas


skating backwards

the letter “y”

came to mind


I have become

all things

that stand up


you will be well

provided for

spring flowers


a station of the cross West 4th


The car wash


& better


well, here I am
out of cigarettes
there’s a full moon


The Apocalypse
broadcast from all
available stations



will be forgotten