Chester Giles writes

work poem

   it will rain.

the change falls out of my pocket

the bench saw behind the wall,

            behind my back

  tears through never ending matter

the train arrives at the platform.

                  I go to work

Early Workers Waiting on the Train -- Patricia Voelz

Chester Giles writes

a talking blues 

for 
Jeremy Toombs

in which I try to communicate that human thing
  and say something simple and great about brotherhood
  and the saints
  and the ancients
while i stand at work in the basement
 slicing bread
country music in the speaker
  inches from my face

Jeremy Toombs Performs His Poem "The Alleppey Express"

chester giles writes

split shift

i drank the shadows in the park during my lunch break

   my knuckles raw

and bleeding now and then

old men waiting on the soggy benches

 with the slats dropped out

like perverts wearing coarse nylon static,

scratching their brittle bones the same as wet electrics sparking

like strip lights in dank cellars

the blood on the back of my hand

dried around the sore and cracks,

and all those translucent shadows

 between the railings

   the stones

 and the branches.

I sat there just breathing

Old Men on bench -- James Coates