Today's poem is by Jason Bredle
Chipmunk Squirrel Costume Party
In a black forest, God is birthing a beautiful
cocker spaniel named Corky. The sun
has set. Evil rests its wings through distant
wires, which are not so distant after all.
A boy jams a spoon into a tree. His family
is fighting about world politics again.In a black city, God is birthing a beautiful
cocker spaniel named Corky! The sun
has set? Evil rests its wings through distant
pines, which are not so distant after all!?
¡A boy jams a spoon into a mouth! His family
is fighting about world politics again!!!In a poem, Tanikawa Shuntaro lies
under a quilt with the woman he loves,
with a woman who is in love with another man.
Next door, God is birthing a beautiful
cocker spaniel named Corky. The sun
has set. Evil rests its wings through distantprairies, which are not so distant after all.
A boy jams a spoon into an eel. His family
is fighting about world politics again.
In Santa Monica, I accidentally bleed myself
with a razor. God is birthing a beautiful cocker
spaniel named Corky in the back of an Escalade.Evil rests its wings through distant hills
which are not so distant after all. A boy
jams a spoon into a silicone breast. His family
is fighting about world politics, again?
Because we break apart, I consult the eight
ball: outlook not so good, says it.In Mexico City, God is birthing a beautiful
cocker etcetera. Corky places glasses
on his tail and loses thousands of dollars,
infuriating God and the family. A boy jams
a spoon into a bowl of Corn Flakes and evil
rests its wings distantly, but then, not so.I am wet and in Zócalo standing, wacky adventure
having, surrounded by gray architecture.
Evil is all around. A boy will bike
toward a lake with a girl he will love forever.
In a black city, God is birthing a beautiful
cocker spaniel named Corky. Evilmoves its wings through distant pines, which
are not so distant, it seems. In a black forest,
God is birthing a beautiful cocker spaniel
named Corky. It is gray, yet not so. Evil
shifts its wings through distant wires, which are not
so distant. A boy jams a spoon into a fire.His mother is inside-out again. So, the son
of the devil will rise from the world of politics.
I am Federal Expressing my lungs to everywhere.
Dear Mom, have you received my blood? It only
recently appeared from under a pile of forests,
from under a pile of black, black forests.
Copyright © 2007 Jason Bredle All rights reserved
from The National Poetry Review
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