Poetry: 2 Poems by Howie Good

Poetry: 2 Poems by Howie Good

About Looking

This isn’t like fixing a Monet after someone has punched it. Horrible things are happening. My foremost thought is, “I want macaroni and cheese next time. I haven’t had it in years.” All of a sudden EMTs rush past with a man on a stretcher, his face covered in blood and bite marks. I scream something – in terror, I suppose. The last time I was so unsteady was probably when my mother died. I feel like any minute now I might look up and see her in the window of a plane waving. A policewoman orders me to move along. And I was just about to ask, “What advice do you have for young people?” It was only a couple of days ago that some kids grabbed a classmate and persuaded him with fists and sticks and colorful arguments that one eye is enough.

 

Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

Groups of friends arrive on the hour every hour. A guard with the inflamed eyes of a drunk demands identification from them, but in a voice too faint to hear. You need to be patient at this stage. People don’t remember and sometimes I think they don’t even understand where they are. Cows roam around with butcher knives in their backs to make slaughtering easier. There are countless dead rabbits. A fly can't land on a fruit tree without first begging permission. So I just sit here with my mouth open, I do, because I’m getting older now, and it’s hard work.

 

Movie Review: Veronica

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Poetry:  Poem by Paul-Victor Winters

Poetry: Poem by Paul-Victor Winters