Visiting Hell
written by: Joan McNerney
It’s always been that way
hanging out on the hard
streets.
Staying away from those
nasty boys lurking in
hallways
Or lying on a sweat bed
as radios drown moaning
fans
Everyone can taste hell’s
liquid nightmare poured
hourly
Or sample barbecued
brains & swollen hearts
rancid
Mountains are on fire
as rivers flood over burnt
land
People fighting shouting
others fall in clumps
waiting
These nobodies crammed
into boiling noise burning
lights
So many flowers fading
soft petals falling apart
crushed
Joan McNerney has been the recipient of three scholarships. She has recited her work at the National Arts Club, New York City, State University of New York, Oneonta, McNay Art Institute, San Antonio and the University of Houston, Texas. Published worldwide in over thirty five countries, her work has appeared in literary publications too numerous to mention. Four Best of the Net nominations have been awarded to her. The Muse in Miniature, Love Poems for Michael and At Work are available on Amazon. A new release entitled Light & Shadow explores the recent historic COVID pandemic.
Latest posts by Joan McNerney (see all)
- Visiting Hell - August 5, 2025
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