THREE NEW POEMS
copyright © 2003 all rights reserved
Written on the occasion of the marriage of friends
I find poems like this disingenuous.
Life has disappointed me
In some tangible and obvious way.
Let me write a poem about it.
I gently plink, plink, plink
a spoon against
I picture myself
In a year, at the wedding.
Shifty-eyed and restless, desiring
Minimal contact with the other guests,
Friends I've known for years,
Perhaps to make an ass of myself,
For whatever pleasures that is worth?
Perhaps it's no longer my style.
No one will remember it anyway.
Plink, and plink, and plink.
It was always over.
It was over when it began.
Don't you fucking tell me
whether or not you are sincere.
I've seen sincerity,
I know what it looks like
without your input.
I am not under the impression
that it does not co-exist
But I can tell that it's absent from your eyes.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
lives in various cities throughout the American South. He has a fish, a varying number of cats, and bad teeth. His is the editor of Unlikely Stories