She didn’t want the damn thing. She TOLD Jack
and Leigh, I got no use for that damn thing.
They set it up on the table she kept
potted plants and grocery sacks on, and she
ignored it for two weeks before warming
up some dinner rolls. She pushed start; her heart
fluttered at the sound of the glass cracking.
It’s that twisty-tie, Jack said on the phone.
Continue reading “Blowing up the Microwave”
Tag: humor
Poetry in Your Hair: Here There Everywhere
Yesterday, I heard two NPR reviews and read a Tulsa World review of The Lorax. It’s not looking good. From what I gather from all three reviews, the filmmaker over-complicated the story and gave it an overall depressing and downright grouchy atmosphere. Ah,Hollywood. It can’t ever get Dr. Seuss right. Continue reading “Poetry in Your Hair: Here There Everywhere”
Wash
She used to hate laundry days, the acrid
smell of boiled water poured in rough tin pans,
the cheap soap peeling away her red skin,
and the clothes less than spic and half of span.
The washing machine, a wedding present
From a rich aunt, transformed the shade of brown
In the diapers and left them a clean scent
But couldn’t take sweat rings on John’s shirts out. Continue reading “Wash”
The Yellow Bath Mat
(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)
so much depends
upon
a yellow
bath mat
rubber on
bottom
priced firm at three
dollars.
–Shaun Perkins
NOTE: This poem was inspired by (stolen from) the following Craig’s List ad: Continue reading “The Yellow Bath Mat”
My Brother’s Glass Banana
When he was 10 and I was 13,
He pulled out all the stitches
From my baseball glove
And strangled a GI Joe with them
Because I called him a pansy
And a lily-ass and something else
I don’t remember anymore. Continue reading “My Brother’s Glass Banana”
Sunday Night
Eros walked into the room like he’d forgotten
How to fly; like his wings had been left behind
In some other girl’s bedroom, some other girl’s
Backside. He walked into the room like hey,
I’m just trying to meet you where you are at.
Let’s make it happen. But avert your eyes. Continue reading “Sunday Night”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 