I'm not a judge of suitable
from http://mike.noojournal.com
Several Years Since Darin Quit Smoking
We shush out after dinner to put gas
in the old Ranger for next week's trip.
Candy bars -- but they wreck my stomach.
Who keeps at this amazing Christmas
crud. Electric icicles, dancing candles?
Santa inflates and someone whistles,
which implies somewhere else
a faint shrug or frayed pillowcase.
Why does every big white truck
care that I drive twenty-five
home, past dog castles, decrepit
sirens, boxes from epic ez-chairs.
I don't much care for television,
despite its swim around my scalp,
and I'm driving for a little now
again. We've got gas. I forget that --
Several Years Since Darin Quit Smoking
We shush out after dinner to put gas
in the old Ranger for next week's trip.
Candy bars -- but they wreck my stomach.
Who keeps at this amazing Christmas
crud. Electric icicles, dancing candles?
Santa inflates and someone whistles,
which implies somewhere else
a faint shrug or frayed pillowcase.
Why does every big white truck
care that I drive twenty-five
home, past dog castles, decrepit
sirens, boxes from epic ez-chairs.
I don't much care for television,
despite its swim around my scalp,
and I'm driving for a little now
again. We've got gas. I forget that --
posted by Mike Young at 12:58 AM
5 Comments:
i am testing to see if your blog will let me comment
I like this, especially the first half. You lose me a little at the white truck bit and again at the television.
"Arturo I Love You Get Up" is my favorite out of the set so far.
he thinks he sees the killer's face
this blog should have more poems MIKE. it is a POEM BLOG. you should PUT MORE POEMS HERE. since you BITCH about how POEM BLOGS should have MORE POEMS.
(note: i used capital letters for emphasis. just clarifying. :))
You're right, of course. But the point is I took out my silly commentary.
Mike
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