[Hello I’ll Be]
Hello my name’s Steven and I’ll be
your imperative this evening
Can I...
finish you off
with something else to drink?
Tonight we're featuring rapid descent.
Decided have you?
Can I take your...
What?
Please relax...
We don't offer take away
and your chin's too wet
for any more
Anyway...
- Steven Minchin
(featured in the poetry forum 04.28.12)
editor's note: The downward plummet will be comfy cuz Steven is here to make it so. Buckle up and wipe your chin. - mh
See Vacancy
in the cathedral
where
they're
suspicious
see Vacancy
’sa pissing contest
says
the board member
‘scalled Vacancy
and ’snot to be
confused
with a silent auction
‘sin the cathedral
where
they’re
suspicious
of any group
that wouldn’t
want
an open bar
there’ll be an open bar
and
quiet art to
be bought with a quick
pen and
one-upmanship
for the historic
foundation
an open bar’s
pissing
contest
sees Vacancy
- Steven Minchin
(featured in the poetry forum 10.04.11)
editor's note: All things are holy, especially the gathering of alms. Don't need to be poor - just get the alms, dammit! - mh
Pulsing Juxtaposed Kin
In memoriam of all
the incest wrapped up
in Racer X, I am
going to sit next to
the underside of your legs
There’s no blood and
no nitrous growl rubber
burning salvation- but
not all fluids have been
isolated between us; and
you’ve always been the safest
Speed don’t get up
You're the closest and if you
do I’ll take to a cold
run- to risk letting
out some identity
I love you enough
to ask if that’s
a monkey in your trunk-
and in two many ways
At once racing and
trying to qualify
Why won’t you ever take shortcuts?
I’m following you around
for a reason- I’ve been on
every side of you, like my
trademark letter-
riled dually each time
That flag drops:
Like Brother let’s go Lover
combine pennants
and become cosponsored
racers- Team Incestuous
- Steven Minchin
(featured in the poetry forum 06.07.11)
editor's note: Why not? Let's make kissing cousins a team sport! - mh
Bruised Psalms 13 1/3 Wide
Last Wednesday in front
of the Gap this girl in
a denim mini skirt comes
to me, slaps her hip and says,
Water, you know, was Jesus’
favorite medium, though he
had a thing for rotting skin also.
I think she wants me to lay
hands on her; so I raise my left.
Later last Wednesday, just
outside of the Gap, this Security
Guard in a tailored uniform comes
to me, tickles her chin and says,
Do you always enjoy strangers?
And as I help her again
fasten the plastic around
my wrists, I squint.
I’ve never met a stranger,
only the same lunatic
provoking me in a new
face every day.
- Steven Minchin
(added 04.19.11)
editor's note: Can't help our insanity; we expect a different result from the same action when it's a different face. - mh
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