Penned these three poems during work today, art is a response, and I needed to respond to the echoes in my mind and release them.
eraser, erase her
nails on a chalkboard
sad echoes from a basement
a stench rises, an angry balloon
flies upward
and red starts to boil
after the burn
a plague settles in, mirrors
appear, then break into
reflective shards
that I assemble
into a mosaic mandala
then I draw a case
and place the mandala over the
moon
when people think I'm stupid
when people think I'm stupid
I:
draw a moose
dance like a monkey
drive a car
dwell in a cave
use a microphone
untie a knot
usurp a throne
understand the cosmos
relate to Socrates
relish fine cuisine
return to the cave
rate critics
when the boardwalk burned
he turned to stone
stagnance reined
and the world was boring
street signs, billboards
echoed with industrial sonar
that broke our backs
chipped our teeth and
made us into Pillsbury
Betty Crocker’s, after that
all the shit went
down the drain
and clogged it
no drano
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