February 22nd
drum drum drum
put me back in-
when I had red hair
And you.
Dimpleful, drunkenly drumming.
drum drum
weeks hitherto
I have not forgotten March.
if you stay by polite bind
then you have already left me here.

Y’er Old Boy is a
boney boozehound now.
Your Old Man is a
starved stag, stretched
and flayed.
More than you need.
More than you Use.


Griffin is a graduate of Suny New Paltz where he majored in English and is currently pursuing his Graduate studies while writing for us here at Main Street Magazine as well as several other publications throughout the Hudson Valley. In his endless quest for authorship, Griffin continues his perilous pursuit through the pitfalls of poetry and prose…and alliteration.