Go exist in a decommissioned
missile silo in rural Kansas
for top dollar
for all I
care
I have seen the whole
of the human race
live horribly
and continue
in the worst
of ways
betraying the ones
they love
so convincingly
the moon could land
on itself
and call
foul.
Moon landing or man handling; all part of the same conspiracy. – mh clay
to be avoided at
all costs
a ruse of the Russian
or the Chinese –
let’s say the Chinese
for effect…
Disarming
just like Oppenheimer
before the bomb.
Getting you to smile
when your face should
know better.
Every salesman’s ploy, to be every buyer’s boy. – mh clay
My car fails
in front of a line of orange pylons
and I take it as
a sign.
Cars fail all the time,
you say
but I know better.
The pylons are there because of construction,
you argue.
That’s how it may appear to
a layman.
But I live in the abstract,
see the many patterns.
I know how the fates conspire.
Getting out of the car
I take my place two-thirds the way
down the line.
Standing straight
and forever silent,
my arms at my
side.
Not orange yet,
but that’s what evolution
is for.
Naturally selected, a beacon for all. – mh clay
He is up each morning
the real-estate developer
building sandcastles on the beach below
with a purple pail and a yellow plastic shovel
his work tools, the tools of his trade
and halfway out the front door
on his way to work
he stops to kiss a hat rack with a styrofoam head
on the cheek
(his wife of many years)
before taking the elevator
down.
Maybe he will run for president… or king. – mh clay
There was this recent study published
by one of the “bigs”
that claimed there was a direct correlation
between intelligence and sexual activity
which made everyone mad
because it suggested that the smarter you are
the less likely you were to be sexually active
implying conversely
that people having lots of sex
with more than one partner
were less intelligent
and having it with those
of a lesser intelligence
producing offspring that
well, you guessed it…
which explains a lot
if you have ever tried to navigate
a Walmart parking lot on a Saturday
three weeks before
Christmas.
We seek a happy medium; sexy and smart. – mh clay
She lights a candle
and I think she wants it
to imply wisdom
when all it means
is that the power has
gone out
but again
with the candle
holding it out
in ceremonial
fashion
dripping wax all over the carpet
which doesn’t seem wise
in the least.
One waxes wise while the other wonders. – mh clay
Fly in the suitcase, why have you died on me?
We still had many good hours together
pestering one another, but secretly in love
me with a rolled newspaper, you playing hard to get
the ceiling fan spider oscillating third wheel jealous…
fly in the suitcase, did I forget to pack oxygen?
my scatterbrains spilling out over my shoulder onto my shirt
so yours do not have to
the hydro company now buzzing
for you
out along the high wire
fly in my suitcase, let me ball up
my socks beside you
let customs ask their many inane questions, my friend,
no need to
answer.
The best plan; preserve your true love, packed, always present. Let those questions come… – mh clay
A couple
down on the street
walks by
holding hands.
I want to hold hands too
but the last time I joined in
there were issues.
So this time
I remain calm
and refrain from running down
into the street
in my lucky
pajamas.
I have two hands, I think,
why can’t they hold each other?
And I hold hands
with my hand
and it is Spring
and we are very much
in love.
I squash the bug
making its way across
the cracked linoleum
and then I remember,
turning my shoe over
with much regret
I look at what is left:
a few random legs
a black splash of innards…
taking my finger
I poke at the mess
I have made
and wonder –
Kafka, is that you?
Kafka?
An ahimsa encounter with literary greatness. Ouch! (Another mad missive from Ryan on his page – a different kind of encounter, check it out.) – mh
The man on the plane
beside you
is a plane.
He speaks like a plane
and laughs like a plane
and when the stewardess brings him
a pair of headphones
for the inflight movie
he thanks her like a plane.
He seems a little redundant to me.
Why put a plane inside a plane?
Perhaps this is the new way of doing things.
A way to save on fuel.
No one can be sure.
The airlines are far from forthcoming.
The plane asks for a pillow
and closes his eyes.
When the plane falls asleep
he snores loudly with his
mouth open.
I lean over and peer inside
to see if there is a plane
inside this plane
as
well.
Here’s some plane speaking for the hard of airing. – mh
