Thursday, March 6, 2014

Poem: Tinymind


Yer a mad scootermonger, said Harold to the
change clerk, whereupon the change clerk said
I don’t have to take that from no one and I
probably will, too

You haven’t thought that the sun couldn’t
rise without us
that little Bobby Hermedon couldn’t tie his
shoelaces, nor eat a wholesome breakfast
without one of us paper pushers
pushes us

If yore life is so damned little or so
damned big
whyntcha prove it and see how many
checkmarks you can place within the frame of my
time clock fricassee

Go ahead and live yore unmarked path
yore reckless tango hall
yore foolhardy bean dip café
but dontcha come a-runchin to me when yore
number five paper clips run out on
around two o’clock

Oh and they will, too

First published in Onionhead.
(Lakeland, Florida) From the collection Great Showtunes of the American Stage  

Photo by Nadine Michaelah Kelley

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