Why I Am Not a Pointer
There was
orange in my
view but
it wasn’t the
color or the
fruit, it was
the sound of
orange which
is a crumpled
piece of paper
falling to the
floor. Also, I
think of orange
as a song
that Bette Midler
sings. Now,
Bette Midler
doesn’t talk about
it but we all
know what she
means when she
sings, “Orange is
the color of
my true love’s
heart.”
My true heart
is like a furnace
of tacks, churning
out something
very pointy.
Here, baby,
come close, let
me warn you
of small,
sharp objects.
Looking Different
The brown
was green
and the red
was yellow
and the blue
was brown.
And you, my
little love,
you were
the tiny hand
I held all
through the
execution.
Glen
Don’t turn away
from him or
he will get very
angry and you
won’t see another
potato for, like,
1,000 years.
The Basic Plot
She was
excited.
No, she
was dead.
He was
happy.
No, he
was lost.
She was
tired.
No, she
was Polish.
He was
destroyed.
No, he
made pancakes.
Dirt Sandwich
Are you aware
of the dirt sandwich
my brother makes?
I say, “Listen, man,
no one wants a
dirt sandwich.”
Still, he is always
starting something
like a fire or
a car or an urge
to destroy
Western Civilization.
The Rosary Called Time
It clings to your
collarbone and is
draped as a fur
over the nape of
an old woman’s
neck.
How clear it is
we will all die and
yet how badly
I want to watch TV!
