capitalism blues
honking horns!
shouted invective!
sad children
waiting for sad school buses
big bad american
work-a-day morning
dog shit
pavement dream
all of us!
goddamn it all of us
so scared of our own
shadows
our human
fragility.
honking horns!
shouted invective!
sad children
waiting for sad school buses
big bad american
work-a-day morning
dog shit
pavement dream
all of us!
goddamn it all of us
so scared of our own
shadows
our human
fragility.
grocery store blues
this hang-dog world
this narrow aisle
behind her fat ass
as she moves like a turtle
looking dumbstruck
at groceries on the shelves
she’s an idiot alien
and there’s murder in my heart
before it’s even
10 a.m.
__________________
grave diggers
at the
job
hungover
craving a beer
watching the people
at the fitness club
across the street
sweating themselves
into a different
kind
of grave.
circles
i pass
the dull faces
of terror
pass them and their defecating dogs
and all of the
fucking american flags
that they stick in their brown lawns
i walk circles
around
this neighborhood
and back again
stop to stare at the gray ocean
with the other lost and damned
as pigeons and seagulls
stumble around like hungry zombies
imagine it all a painting by van gogh
then
i get up
like a man feigning a purpose
to walk the same circles
all over
again.
coffee cup ballet
you
pirouette
around it
take a sip
spin back
into a new
infinity
doing a dance
i’d like
to
learn.
____________________
Today’s LittleNip:
aging hipster
—john grochalski
all morning
searching
for cool new bands
in a glossy british magazine
my eyeglasses
resting on the coffee table
so that i can read
the small print.
____________________
—Medusa, with thanks to New Yorker John Grochalski for today’s fine poetry and photos!
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Guidelines are at the top of this page
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send poetry and/or photos and artwork
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work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Find previous four-or-so posts by scrolling down
under today; or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column; or find previous poets
by typing the name of the poet or poem
into the little beige box at the top
left-hand side of today’s post; or go to
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom of
the blue column at the right
to find the date you want.
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!