a poem caused by
an interesting perhaps
non-ho-hum perpendicular
notion
whereas all the
competitive aggression I witness on tv cooking shoes is meant as an insidious
plot by the FFJ&PF sovereignty commission to convince people they can’t
cook
and therefore the
people must rely on fast-food junk foods and processed foods
so be
it resolved
that
money jumps in the corporate pockets while busy people hop on one foot for cash
as they daydream how unawareness becomes tangible as boil bag spaghetti and
meatballs for supper
a poem caused by
my wondering about how long good luck lasts
it’s sad to
watch the homeless people weighted down by sleeping bags and tarps
as they haunt
the cold air
I squeeze my
pennies so hard that Lincoln’s eyes bug out
a poem caused by
a BBC mystery murder show on public TV
every time I
grab my flour bag by its pseudo pig ears I see the image of a condemned
murderer seconds
before the rope tightens
the white bag on
his head is completed by a set of mock pig ears
five poems
caused by the act of being duck hawked
1
you’ll know
you’re duck hawked
when you know
the truest thing about pain
is that you’ll
always feel it otherwise
your brain is
like a super ball
one minute
you’re in the gutter
the next you’re
jumping bridges and balconies
all for the sake
of the rockets red glare
afterwards your
head hurts
as if its been
thumped by a crowbar
2
you’ll see and know it when people laugh
at the misfortunes of those folks “otherwised” by life’s conventional wisdom
3
when a voice
from the sewer says to you some day
you’ll be broke and you’ll learn how it feels to eat your fingernails
4
you’ll know it
when a woman’s lips split like liver over her chin
and her hips are
shaped like boxing gloves that punch at your blank spaces
5
when you locate
that liminal terminal gray zone between loneness and logic and love and peace
and anger
and the options
it conjurers in you mind don’t make any good sense to you
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