Wednesday, April 15, 2026

Paul Westerberg doesn’t write love songs anymore by Alex Stolis

& because you expect a poem about Minneapolis
I’ll mention the Cherry on Spoon, crooked stars
dotting First Ave;

a drunkalogue about a barfight at Moby Dick’s
when you grabbed my arm & dragged me out
before I could get my punches in.

It was a first snow then too; catching flakes
on our tongues, making out in the middle of Hennepin
ignoring the car horns

until a cop hollered, take it to a motel or I’m taking you to County.

You started humming your favorite ‘Mat’s song,
I could never remember the title
can’t remember it now.

Can’t remember a lot of things;
can’t remember why I’m writing this
except there are no more memories to make

drinks to be spilled or hands to hold;
I’m too old to be a rebel, too young
to forget winter’s wet kiss

or the bitter cold snap of truth that broke us in two.



Alex Stolis has had poems published in numerous journals. Two full-length collections Pop. 1280, and John Berryman Died Here were released by Cyberwit and are available on Amazon. His work has previously appeared or is forthcoming in Piker’s Press, Ekphrastic Review, Louisiana Literature Review, Burningwood Literary Journal, and Star 82 Review. His recent chapbooks are: Postcards from the Knife-Thrower's Wife (Louisiane Literature Press, 2024), RIP Winston Smith (Alien Buddha Press, 2024), and The Hum of Geometry; The Music of Spheres (Bottlecap Press, 2024). He lives in upstate New York with his partner, poet Catherine Arra.

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