<font face="Arial" size="2"><b>Mindy the Famous
Divebomber Visits the Thrift Store We All Care For</b><br><br>Mindy the
famous divebomber<br>took her blazer to very sincere<br>dry cleaners. Then
things began to<br>snow, of course, which made her<br>stalwart. She went to the
thrift<br>store to buy a hooded blazer.<br>Shut up. I know they don't. It's<br>a
poem. Mindy, the divebomber,<br>cavorts, digs among the Slim Jim<br>30th
Anniversary t-shirts and<br>pleated trousers, wigs and old men<br>thumbing the
gunslinger pulp.<br>Did you know Egyptians invented<br>paper? I am a public
education system.<br>Did you know we are run mostly by<br>hospitals? Mindy digs
past Mother of<br>Ketchup and Macaroni Salad who<br>dances a little in a swell
dress.<br>See? We are fine, after all.<br>Her child is not quite
convinced.<br>Where are all the lights? Why are you<br>apologizing? I want a
hooded blazer.<br>Mindy, the famous divebomber, situation<br>mingle, high alert.
Where is your chute<br>of rockabilly gumption? A soldier never<br>lies, famous
Mindy. Who do you get to<br>die on? Yes, in an ill-fitted blazer. But<br>it's
only fifty cents. The transaction<br>is witnessed by a tour group.<br>They are
up in arms, giggles.<br>They are here to define us.<br><br><br><br><b>Don't Wake Up
It's Just Me</b><br><br>If I know exactly what you mean,<br>will we both
fit on the motorcycle?<br>If I say streetlight, will you say<br>half-in,
half-out? If I say pumpkin stew<br>will you say ghost flesh? Writ large
and<br>quivering on a blimp, beep beep, the<br>antithesis of confession. I want
to<br>advertise. I want you to come in and<br>sip, sit, scorn with me. Do
stillwater<br>strokes and will the knuckles to pop.<br>Wait, I know exactly what
you mean.<br>Let's try out tender vessels: they're<br>on sale. Join to the point
of collapse<br>into. Accordion honk flesh. Oh. Oh.<br>If I say streetlight, you
say back in.<br>And if I say dumpster diving, you say<br>chocolate factory. If I
know exactly<br>when to wake up, you know how to stay<br>nervous, somewhere
else, breathing, mum-<br>bling. Is this a trick? What game do you win<br>with
trust? The word okay is like skydiving.<br>If I say swingset, will you make it
rain?<br><br><br><br></font><font face="Arial" size="2"><b>Mike Young</b> co-edits <i>NOÖ Journal </i>(<a href="http://www.noojournal.com/" target="_blank">www.noojournal.com</a>), a literary/political
magazine. His poetry, fiction and criticism have appeared in <i>MiPOesias,
elimae, CutBank, BlazeVOX, Juked, 3AM Magazine </i>and many others.
He likes to take three trains at a time and plenty of citrus
drugs.<br></font><br><br>~<br><br>Frequent <a href="http://www.realpoetik.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.realpoetik.blogspot.com</a> for poems;<br><a href="http://www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com
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