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”
Float free
Like tumble
weeds
Or plastered chain
link fences
and
smack wetly
under our boots
Faded headlines
proclaim,
“Barbie gets a boob
job”
and
“Get Rich
without TRYING”
Backlit
billboard sit low
On the horizon
like
Idling UFO’s
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
watering
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.
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