I’m drowning in all the irony
Thrift store clerks with beards of
iron wool *****
and tattoos of the monsters under my bed
It goes coffee shop coffee shop camera store
bicycle vendor, corner store, coffee shop
parking deck, gas station, thrift shop
I have a pocket full of compliments
and a face full of stolen sunglasses and dental floss
and if I walk long enough
down broad, main, or grace
then maybe I can find the secret
the secret of how not drown
in all of the girls with their yoga pants and plaids
Can I learn to swim
when I’m already this far out?
I saw a homeless man eating a dead magpie
it was ******* weird
I was walking down one too many toward the intersection
of marijuana and spirits
already spinning myself a web of a night of discomfort
but the neon lights shone upon me
making me think it was the cops
so I ran and ran and ran until my shoes flapped worn
only to fall and skin my knee on the punchline
It’s hard to live in Atlantis
without a passport
or gills.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
I’m drowning in all the irony
Thrift store clerks with beards of
iron wool *****
and tattoos of the monsters under my bed
It goes coffee shop coffee shop camera store
bicycle vendor, corner store, coffee shop
parking deck, gas station, thrift shop
I have a pocket full of compliments
and a face full of stolen sunglasses and dental floss
and if I walk long enough
down broad, main, or grace
then maybe I can find the secret
the secret of how not drown
in all of the girls with their yoga pants and plaids
Can I learn to swim
when I’m already this far out?
I saw a homeless man eating a dead magpie
it was ******* weird
I was walking down one too many toward the intersection
of marijuana and spirits
already spinning myself a web of a night of discomfort
but the neon lights shone upon me
making me think it was the cops
so I ran and ran and ran until my shoes flapped worn
only to fall and skin my knee on the punchline
It’s hard to live in Atlantis
without a passport
or gills.
Published by Walking is Still Honest Poetry Press. Go check them out. A lot of great poets
http://wishpoetrypress.com/2014/02/05/river-city-blues-by-harry-j-baxter/
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