The Most Honest Syllable Is Shhh
Certainly I rinsed the vegetables.
A drummer killed himself
but I’m not even sure
he was a drummer.
The caravan abandoned the camel
in the Target parking lot.
Xanax builds the cornerstone of selfishness
on the diversion of punctuality.
A snake finds a railroad tie, hallelujah!
When working on an orgasm, distractions like the dog
scratching the french door, or the child
opening your bedroom door, or the dryer
beeping, or the washer beeping, or the timer
for the raspberries beeping, or the jazz
interrupted by the news, John Kerry broke his leg
while cycling a stretch of the Tour de France.
The ideal exists in the poems the fewest of us read.
Three people see a poem on a postcard and the national average is rattled.
Not everyone on a sofa with a bong and an acoustic guitar is cool.
I was 10 and hadn’t lost my virginity, sort of.
The Marriage Cycle:
anger proceeded by feisty dignity
followed by sacrifice.
The gangplank of adulthood is sacrifice and feisty dignity.
Children ache for actions of their own making,
not smoke machines but actual smoke.
You aren’t supposed to fast forward anyone
from The Last Waltz.
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