While looking for my resume I realized a couple of things. One is I really need to organize my computer files. Two is I used to write poems that were really thoughtful and weird. I titled this one Molly's Crappy Poem but seeing it with new eyes and a few edits I think it's only moderately silly. Enjoy.
No Money Down
She said, “Forget the donkey.”
We left him at the city gate
Slogging forward on foot,
our eyes adjust to the smog-filtered light.
Old newspapers bloom toadstools
from abandoned corners
fresh mold stains sidewalks
Flyers screaming, “NO MONEY DOWN”
Like tumble weeds
Or plastered chain link fences
smack wetly under our boots
Faded headlines proclaim,
“Barbie gets a boob job”
“Get Rich without TRYING”
Backlit billboard sit low
On the horizon like
Rabid duck gather
Under street lights
preening, wild-eyed ladies of the night.
We stop at in front of a
Crumbling sandstone tower
plastered with the ads of the century.
My companion smiles toothlessly
at the image of her former self
advertising tooth whiting cream.
I rub my finger nubs along a glossy, torn photo of
Me, flashing neon-glow-in-the-dark- press-on-nails
We add our spit
To the puddle
The milkweed monarchy
And go sleep at a train station
Where the fire below fans the red
hair of my companion into a halo of regret.