(apologies to Ogden Nash)
The Westboro,
The Westboro!
Their signs are red and bright yellow!
Their words are rank and cowardly!
They’re sure Satan devours thee!
They’re protesting for you and me,
God hates you
If you
Disagree!
Their eyes are blank but…
My friend tells me
Theres a balance
Beam metaphorDont she says
Don’t look down
Those peopleHer nod
imperceptible
And flavoredWith two kinds
Of red wine
At some invisibleGroup of
Down lookers
They she saysThose people
Look
DownSo as we
Eye our
Pri…
I wonder why you stare at me,
And then I wonder not.
For once I had some clarity,
Which since then I’ve forgot.The moon smiles down upon Earth,
A scintillating glow.
And every night I hope and pray
That he’ll repeat the show.My mother sings to me each…
Windmill http://wp.me/su0Aq-windmill
Holland reference. Hot dog reference.
Don Quixote reference. Me, he, and
Sancho Panza tilting towards the tee,
each hoping to shoot better than par 3,
a dollar per hole and five overall,
competitive in this child’s fantasy
world, birthday party bunch two…
The Knights of Columbus parking lot was smaller than he remembered. It fit the same amount of cars — two rows of twenty on the side, and four rows of twelve in the back — but it looked more like an outgrown toy than something real. He remembers the way it…
I don’t worry, but eight days later the thought crosses my mind, much in the way that it occurs to me to tell my mother that we’ve run out of toilet paper in the bathroom, or that I’d like to try a different breakfast cereal. It is nine p.m., an hour…
“I like your shirt. You always have the coolest ones.”
The friend who had said that spoke from the edge of a larger gathering in the corner of a bar, but they were all paying attention. Most of them nodded in agreement; none sneered or otherwise openly…
Song of the Break Room http://wp.me/su0Aq-6798
1
I celebrate the break room. I sing of the break room.
I loiter at its table, in a chair from the conference room.
The original chairs have collapsed under the weight of lunchtime levity.I lean and loaf at my ease observing the box of Munchkins left…
Columbus http://wp.me/su0Aq-columbus
Just as Star maps turn
Atlantic tides turn
East Indies a fool’s errandThe ocean eaten by days
The crew by disbelief
The intrepid explorerHim, faithful, relentless
Some half-eaten meal
Churning InsideAs the Santa Maria
Listed, And the glitter
Of…
[Terrence is sitting in a large chair in his living room. He seems to be watching television, but nothing is on. Mother enters.]
Mother: Terrence?
[Silence]Mother: Terry?
[Silence]Mother: How much longer are you going to do this? Because two can play at…
