Poem for June 10
June 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
If it feels good it probably has a name.
Working that mood for years now,
a faded, older guy in passion.
Two ladies writhe around in my desire.
It feels good. It has a name.
There is a rainbow. I want to throw myself through it.
The guy will always get the girl.
This unicorn shirt will outlast the irony.
When my mother dies, I will drape her in this unicorn shirt.
And I cried, “I DON’T WANT
TO BE ALONE!” and I
rubbed my back and began the sweat quest.
-Dan Magers, Partyknife (Birds, LLC, 2012).