I've decided no more traveling
To the future, which was far
Easier than shifting to the past
Which was chock full of problems
& trees. Personally I would love
To catch up with the present.
These gadgets I can’t properly swipe.
These words can’t help but lead to
Stark, untimely death. “No more dying,”
Replied Frank O’Hara, who
After saying did a bit of his
Own dying, squeezed from the tooth-
Paste container of life by what I
Assumed for nine years was called
“A doom buggy,” a mistake Frank might
Return a nod, slight giggle. My mom
She once demanded I eat as much
As craved & act terribly.
We arrived at Daytona Beach
& I learned if a family
Listens to a sad sack yap for some
Thirty or so long minutes
About a condo, or seven if
Your pale child behaves poorly
Enough, they’ll let you grab freely from
Their rack of donuts, Slurpee®
Machine, plus you will receive
A coupon for a free dune buggy
Rental. Of course, this happened after
Someone done ran over Frank
O’Hara on Fire Island, but
Before it was said “Uh...no
More dune buggies on the beach.” Simpler
Times, my hair was thick like sand.
You can call me a project-oriented poet. A big beam of obsession & confusion & delight shines down & I'm hooked for a bit. My two full-length collections of poems are WHAT IS WHO (my self-published MFA thesis at the Michener Center For Writers, 2018) & More Wreck More Wreck (published by Coconut Books in 2014). My most recently-released poem-project is FUTURE BARN, available for FREE both in PDF & audio form.
I'll post new poems every Friday from my forthcoming collection, I ONCE WAS SOMEONE ELSE & OFTEN STILL AM. I'd be honored if you gave it a read, a possible share. Thanks!