David Spiering- Three Poems

a poem caused by my futile attempt to view the Pleiades through the light pollution

a cheeseburger

cobblestone plump

and juicy as a bullfrog

parchment wrapped

and foiled

in shiny aluminum

sits under the heat

lamp’s glare

near the fries

you’re concealed in darkness

the hamburger stand’s lit up

like an alien space craft

but you’re laced up

with atrophy

in this nocturnal clingy

shirking air

for the time being

the burger remains fresh

before it becomes

a dumpster oyster

fit for cold fingers

a poem caused by a 21st century siren

her body’s

an amphora

shaped by

vanity doctors

mad as liver

she’s captured

held in stasis by

limelight

that salts

my eyes

and judgment

to its taste

and it corrodes

my ability to focus

on truth and virtue

her true use

is to remove

her head and fill her body

with olive oil up

to her neck’s wing bones

recap her head

and place

her in a cargo ship’s hold

the golden liquid

doesn’t bring

her any inner peace

or introspection

because she longs

for the sun’s attention

and she agitates

her body

starting instability

that causes the ship

to capsize 

  

a poem caused by my need for five dollars and I only have three

this is another memory

of a drunken black out

I wake up

pretend the sheets

aren’t wet

and there’s still fish in the pond

the moon didn’t

roll down a blank

manhole

my cell phone

is not an alarm clock

the blue jays didn’t

drive off

the mourning doves

the fruit

didn’t rot

on the trees

nature’s virtues are still

good as money

sleep is a necessary joy

and sunrise

is still a few

                                                         hours off