April 18, 2009

Poets' corner

123

one abortion was bad luck
two abortions is, like, totally uncool
three abortions is you're being downright stupid

i don't really know you anymore
know not who you're hanging out with
what ever happened to your artistic ventures?

you freaked out you say
you cracked
lost all joy

i think to myself (this you don't know)
you never let me kiss you
not even touch your hair

i tell you on the phone (this you hear barely,
because of the cheap calling card)
that three is being downright stupid

you cry and suddenly
you're next to me
wetting my shoulder

we are older and what was light wear
turns into scratches and tear
our backpacks are not fashionable anymore

heavy burden, broken dreams
in ziploc bags standing
at the very bottom of our frozen hearts

i can't afford to fly there
and embrace this avalanche with you
you are a faint broken voice on a speaker

until a woman's voice speaking spanish
is saying something like credit is over
and then i heard a busy tone


bruce silverton
you can read more young american poetry here

***
vegetables

i love you most of all vegetables
i'm going to chow down my vegetables
vacuum cleaners in the sun are delicious also

i hope you'll toss me a carrot
i love you most of all
watering the plants in spring is informing

tell me the name of your favourite vegetable?

from the King himself, Fakekarl. Superb, as always.

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