Exhaust fumes and french fries

The Reconstruction Falters

July 2, 2009 · 28 Comments

Our dictionaries are broken.
“Free” is flung from the roof.
We sweat, pulling vinyl over creaking wooden frames.

“Pleasant” is a riot of umbrellas through the village
of donkey-headed men.
We scavenge the development for bricks to make new walls.

“Speak” is to haggle the price of eyelashes.
Where we pretended predictability there are hooves
and tentacles.

“Night” is erratic stumbling into an imaginary tunnel.
The sequence is off. We are domestic animals rooting
for copper wire.

“Alternating” is the sudden onset of a condition resembling narcolepsy.
Now no one reaches easily into a mailbox. We cringe when the car
starts.

“Litter” is a robin’s nest in the coat closet.
The kids are sealing envelopes full of spores.

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This is what I’ve got for Read Write Poem Prompt #81.

Categories: poetry

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