Ran into my old friend Steve Caratzas on the street and was inspired to post another poem. I am writing, sporadically, a few poems (finally had a good idea for the manuscript) and a novel. You'll likely see a lot more of me because I just got a new laptop! I'm excited.
Here's my poem:
Thank you for coming to this,
the last time I will ever puke.
Afterwards I gurgle and wipe my lip
and kiss everybody.
I’m being born in the metal observatory.
Don’t worry. I’m quiet.
There’s a whisper and a squeak.
I’m rubbing all the erasers down also.
The poem is taking place in a suitcase.
It’s time for a game:
I’m being born in a coal mine and I make my own luck,
made my first dollar.
I broke my hand like china,
like brittle wood, terra cotta,
china the plate not china the country
the country is swell.
here’s what I got you:
today is remembered by my documentarian
a dandy yellow fuck.
The poem is placed in the separate suitcase.
Part of the trick is distracting the audience