Poem 3-17-08
Find me in the back of the group
Find me in the reflection on imitation sunglasses
And behind tour bus windows.
Have you seen? 10 for a dollar.
One, two, sthree, four.
Call him a liar,
Call him a cheat.
And hear a hiss and a stifle
Five, six, seven, eight.
Before he changes his mind.
Write a sestina about my neighbors on this plane,
Using these words:
“Bible”
“Suit”
“Baby”
“Screaming”
“Hours”
And “more wine please”
And define and create “normal.”
Go back to normal food
And normal languages
And normal hours and
Lane usage.
Secure the borders!
Fill out the forms and remember
Left from right,
Goose down and biometrics:
Insulation for your
Welcome
Videos and flyers.
I’ll call them all liars.
All of them.
And we’ll drink tea made from crushed flowers
Saying:
“Nine, ten. 10 for 1 dollar!”
Have you heard?
