Category Archives: Poetry

The Manhattan monkey accent was mumbly, marble mouthed and mediocre at best. Yeah, we dare you to read this poem 10 times fast.

Bang, bang, black rifle, have you any kill?

Yes sir, yes sir, three traps full.

One for a mink coat and gloves in the fall.

One for the leather pants I find at the mall.

Pull out “this fat little poem with acne and crooked teeth” when “the men and women have broken into herds / a cocktail party taboo, an unmitigated disaster / as the men shot gun cans of beer in the garage / laughing, roughhousing, a raw, greasy, bond between them / with no girls allowed pinned to the tree house.”

For a serious mess on the carpet, I said, the clerk answered We don’t rent those anymore, my car outside illegally parked, towed and   on the bus schoolgirls discussed blowjob techniques and smoking, at home I watched my dog attack a neighbour’s three-legged cat, carpet covered in fur and   across the street an [...]

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The Taming of the Shrew. (Theatre unknown)

Kate’s really moody,

Maybe PMS? Meets match,

becomes housewife-type.