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July 27, 2005

3 Poems

Mel Nichols

Day Poem

everything

snow cones

25 cents

please knock on door

two bolts in the mouth

and a pie in the face

while I am always sleeping

reading glasses found

under a bag of potato chips

a stack of Styrofoam cups

with the bottoms hacked off

an unmarked car

with a marked man

a girl with jacki-O hair and rectangle glasses

a new year

tell me tell me tell

me tell me something

I can hold onto for a week

or two

we are going to get serious

about project management

we are going to spend

a lot of money on project

management software to prove it

soy sauce mixed with wasabi

in a a disposable cup on the desk

hey hey someone’s got a new manpurse

hey someone’s got collapsible

chopsticks in his pocket

the beer was freezing

and we never finished building the igloo

I was totally under-prepared to

conjugate my –ir verbs but hey

I’m feeling lucky

***

Day Poem

don’t let the door slam can’t you

effing read don’t let the door slam

don’t slam it

guess they don’t get a lot of snow

in Kentucky

everyone kept telling the one about

the time they used a car hood as a sled

love of machines

love of country

love of the card game

love of while you were out

I wrote you a memo on

a pink pad of paper

He’s the George Burns of trance.

the roof was pulling

away from the walls

I can hear the pages turn

as you read

the rain was leaking in

***

Day Poem

I opened the door and saw

an entire chunk of roof had fallen

into the back yard

does it come with a TV mini-series

can it make a three-minute pesto

I wanted our keys to be

tangled up together in your pocket

there is rain in this and also fire and also snow

Posted by Rock Heals at July 27, 2005 12:10 AM