by DON SHARE
Grudging and begrudging me snow
here where the broken water runs
(Grand Theft Auto… Shark Attack Pictures)
and not in exile I reflect
that nobody in Ovid turns into
their mother or father
gets diabetes / asthma / and/or thyroid
problems, he had no
blog: I leave you mine, a hoarse man
of the Apocalypse.
Or as Stein said, as Stein once said,
what is the use of being
a boy if you are going to grow up
to be a man… all I can say is
from Agincourt to Foodcourt, peel it and see!
(Raisin in the Sun….
Stay Home Moms… Heidi Klum…
The Ten Most Memorable
Pieces of Space Junk) – you can’t copy-
right titles: something
is fair use or public domain if you don’t
have to prove it isn’t.
She was nice looking, so I looked
at the nicelookingness
as the wind entered the train and walked
around like a person
or the red-haired fox we see everywhere.
Such are our non-traditional
allies, but Laconia where they all live
is the opposite of Franconia.
I am laconic and frank myself (Dumpster
Diving… Burger Recipes),
I let the chips fall where they may (Lasagna
Recipes… Hepatitis C).
Why does everything cry, or want to?
Dungeons and Dragons) In answer
To which I propose that your top searches
will not be recorded.
Your house is killing you, your child
wants to keep you both together
the body wants to go, and I wish I would, then
(Simple Living)… house fall down.
You don’t want me to see what I don’t see: OMG!
(Neighbors Wonder How Captivity
Went Unnoticed for 24 Years). Scalded and scolded
in the kitchen, the dreamtime archive
of ancient Greece tells us we’re supposed to be
solid gold for our kids, not hollow
chocolate Easter bunnies from the Jewel (“I’m self-
ish, but in a good way!”). (“I go
to your house and I don’t even get a fucking
glass of water.”) The cracks
in our ceiling are the avuncular handwriting
of earlier tenants’ last hours
and they spell out the question of whether
God sees us, and how.
Don Share is Senior Editor of Poetry. His books include Squandermania (Salt Publishing), Union (Zoo Press), Seneca in English (Penguin Classics), and most recently a new book of poems, Wishbone (Black Sparrow) and Bunting’s Persia (Flood Editions, a 2012 Guardian Book of the Year).