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My Tie
Space Catches in her Hands
Fastidious Ferrets
It’s so bad it’s good
The skeletal hand that reached out from under the bed was pulled by a string
You could see the string
They hold that promotion right in front of you then pull it away
You could see the string
It’s the worst movie ever made
The acting is so bad it’s funny
The castle set almost fell over when one of the actors walked into it
They left it in the film because they couldn’t afford another take
In the conference room you try and try
You explain and explain but they don’t want to know or understand because it doesn’t fit into their inept plans and their acting is so bad it’s almost funny
The movie is black and white they couldn’t afford color
You could see the seams in the monster’s costume
They shoot at it and it won’t die
Only a scientist can kill it
You tried to make them see
But they pushed you and bullied you
You
You brought the gun to the office because you could see the seams in the monster’s costume
You think you know what to do
You think you can kill the monster and end the B Movie…but the movie will only get worse
The drink is in a brown Tiki glass
The window seats have a beautiful view of the lake
You’re remembering the future as I try to talk it through
The Mai Tai tastes so good
Death is such a frequent subject
I’m not afraid to die but I don’t want to die just yet
There’s so many things I want to tell you as I drink
It is a wonderful drink isn’t it?
The window looks out onto a lake at night
Some people think a beast from another age lives at the bottom of the water
But I think I will just have another drink and forget what I don’t know
There is a star in her eye
Isn’t it funny how
space catches in her hand
The flowers breathe
strange songs
and the ground
remembers why
Do you get to
see all my pain
or just keep
a small part
of it for yourself?
This poem doesn’t
have to be beautiful,
dark, or darkly beautiful
it can just exist
if it writes itself
and doesn’t extinguish
itself in narcissistic
introspection
There are stars in her hair
and the spaces she catches in her hands
can be filled with those stars
if she lets them
and she will let them if they let her
Wally the wallaby
didn’t know what to be
or what he wanted from me
Felicia Ferret
spread rumors without merit
and drank too much claret
Penguin Pete
had no feet
and only ate red meat
They’re all so clean and aquamarine
They’re so serene
and bio-clean
They don’t know
what they mean
but they’re keen
so I’ve seen
and I’ve been obscene
with a jar of kerosene
and my spleen
so I don’t demean
those who are oh so clean