Festival Junction

Justin Kempf


Patience is deviant so she taps her foot soft

Keeping time to a Billy Strayhorn masterpiece, anxious


She jitterbugs


Aside this handsome, no, gorgeous young boy

Whose pensive eye saunters as Johnny Hodges


Wails saxophone


Over resilient crowds who violently kill time,

Never inhaling cigarettes, pray to forget


Pyrrhic mating


Rituals they deny.  Compressed ruby lips

Compel boys, green experienced, taunt old men,


Green from envy,


Who square dance ballerinas as

Narcotic lotus blossoms bloom.




Justin Kempf has just moved with his wife to Cincinnati from Indianapolis.  He works in sales.