Thursday, August 16, 2012
Failympics (or, Do Not Stare Directly At This Poem)
The people shopping
can't possibly afford
all that they gather
Someone
will have to
clean their mess
Did we get the gold?
Don't we always?
Tactile sensations
w/ no bearing
on the interactions
of atomic particles
Why do you look
when you know
I'm right
behind you?
Can never remember
the high school
History teacher
who confessed
putting sugar on
his Frosted Flakes
Not high enough
fructose corn syrup
Best college memory
big screen TVs
in the now gentrified
University Center
Jerry Springer Show
hootin
hollerin
I didn't put it on
Before that
you could smoke
inside
Still not the same
Is there
no help
for the
ill-fitted?
People put on
weight
when they
have no luck
being inconspicuous
(the unscratched
itch
that a three
legged dog's
twitching stump
can never
reach)
Just as silly
as it is
terrifying
like the slug
that I stepped & slipped on
at the old house
in Frayser
when I was
much smaller
than the darkness
of our backyard
where I had
left a toy
A few years ago
in Northern California
I got to see
a banana slug
which is
much larger
& neon yellow-green
I wondered
if it tasted
like bananas
Albinos
the original hipsters
perpetually wear white
after Labor Day
Failing to win.
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