From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Wed Mar 12 11:45:06 2008 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2008 14:45:06 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] Mike Young Message-ID: <86a3fe410803121145o7843858dm1b2a63df7ae109e1@mail.gmail.com> *Mindy the Famous Divebomber Visits the Thrift Store We All Care For* Mindy the famous divebomber took her blazer to very sincere dry cleaners. Then things began to snow, of course, which made her stalwart. She went to the thrift store to buy a hooded blazer. Shut up. I know they don't. It's a poem. Mindy, the divebomber, cavorts, digs among the Slim Jim 30th Anniversary t-shirts and pleated trousers, wigs and old men thumbing the gunslinger pulp. Did you know Egyptians invented paper? I am a public education system. Did you know we are run mostly by hospitals? Mindy digs past Mother of Ketchup and Macaroni Salad who dances a little in a swell dress. See? We are fine, after all. Her child is not quite convinced. Where are all the lights? Why are you apologizing? I want a hooded blazer. Mindy, the famous divebomber, situation mingle, high alert. Where is your chute of rockabilly gumption? A soldier never lies, famous Mindy. Who do you get to die on? Yes, in an ill-fitted blazer. But it's only fifty cents. The transaction is witnessed by a tour group. They are up in arms, giggles. They are here to define us. *Don't Wake Up It's Just Me* If I know exactly what you mean, will we both fit on the motorcycle? If I say streetlight, will you say half-in, half-out? If I say pumpkin stew will you say ghost flesh? Writ large and quivering on a blimp, beep beep, the antithesis of confession. I want to advertise. I want you to come in and sip, sit, scorn with me. Do stillwater strokes and will the knuckles to pop. Wait, I know exactly what you mean. Let's try out tender vessels: they're on sale. Join to the point of collapse into. Accordion honk flesh. Oh. Oh. If I say streetlight, you say back in. And if I say dumpster diving, you say chocolate factory. If I know exactly when to wake up, you know how to stay nervous, somewhere else, breathing, mum- bling. Is this a trick? What game do you win with trust? The word okay is like skydiving. If I say swingset, will you make it rain? *Mike Young* co-edits *NOÖ Journal *(www.noojournal.com), a literary/political magazine. His poetry, fiction and criticism have appeared in *MiPOesias, elimae, CutBank, BlazeVOX, Juked, 3AM Magazine *and many others. He likes to take three trains at a time and plenty of citrus drugs. ~ Frequent www.realpoetik.blogspot.com for poems; www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com for news! -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: