Ron Gavalik

Ron Gavalik Jan 2019

The lovers and the fighters
both know that bitter
sweet tinge of struggle.
They are also the free souls
who deliver truth and emotion
upon apathetic servants.
Adorned in empty gray suits,
the mob lives only to criticize
those who rise above
the mundane.

-Ron Gavalik

Ron Gavalik Jan 2019

Agenda

Lily's hands were soft.
Her red nail polish
didn't contain even one chip.
As that dame stroked
the inside of my thigh,
the scent of an agenda
lingered on her breath.
So I started the car.
We didn't speak five words
during the ride back.

-Ron Gavalik

Ron Gavalik Jan 2019

Convenient Love

A dead Christmas tree
was set out with a neighbor's trash.
It lay sideways, stripped
of half its needles.
A brown cat sniffed
one of its branches,
but then sauntered away.
All relationships eventually
lose their charm.

-Ron Gavalik

#love #usefulness #christmas #trash #lost #stripped #relationships

Ron Gavalik Dec 2018

Flame Dance

It was just past 2:00 am
on a lonely new year's eve.
I drove across the Rankin Bridge
and noticed a gold flame dance
atop a stack at the mill.
I stopped the car
in the middle of the bridge
and walked over to the rail.
In the darkness above the river,
the suffering didn't exist.
It would return
with the sun.

-Ron Gavalik

#pittsburgh #newyear #flame #suffering #dance #memory

Ron Gavalik Dec 2018

Modern Weeds

I’m trying <!DOCTYPE html>
<html> Baby, I’m trying <head>

I’m trying <title> to see through
all the weeds "width=device-width">
<style> of our modern landscape
but I know my search {:left;background}
is a futile effort.{font-family:Arial, sans-serif}
{font-family:Georgia, serif} This is our world
now, and I’m just trying ;14px;font
</style>
to see
</head>
through
<body>
the madness
</body>
of the weeds.

-Ron </head> Gavalik </body>

Ron Gavalik Dec 2018

The Maxim

The writer’s job
is to build the words,
not perform for applause
or join cheap cliques.
The printed word, baby,
that’s the nervous anticipation
for the 300 pound *****
who ***** the best ****.
Words are the hit of whiskey
after the sun drops
below the buildings.

-Ron Gavalik

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#truth #maxim #whiskey #writer #passion #***** #words

Ron Gavalik Dec 2018

Commune

Sitting on the cellar steps,
it was difficult to not admire
the rainwater that flowed
with determination across the floor.
Powerless to stop the flood,
I made a choice
to enjoy the fresh perspective.
So many others made feeble attempts
to control the inevitable
with sandbags and prayers.
I took a hit of whiskey
and then communed
with the storm.

-Ron Gavalik