Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The one where I claim to be a poet

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
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
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
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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