Short Poghems (Sorry I Like To Blhog)

I realize I have been "blhogging", i.e. hogging Erik's blog. Erik/Bobby need to step up their updates. I promise I'll stop blhogging once I find a job where I can earn a shitload of money working 50 hours a week and being exposed to as many Chemicals Known to the State of California as possible.

In the meanwhile, here are a few poghems I wrote while riding Public Transportation.

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“Old Man Staring Down The Printer Cartridge Aisle At Office Depot”

Or is it staring
him
down?

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“Antonio’s”

I want to write
a poghem in this
bar. But I am
afraid it is too
light.

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“Homophobia”

I don’t understand
it. No one I know
even cares who they
themselves
sleep with
anymore.

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“Chromatography” or “A Poghem For Chemists”

Tonight the Orchestra
has played ‘Four Seasons’
and with Vivaldi done
the crowd heads
for a parking-lot along
a long, narrow strip
of pavement edged by grass wet
with rain.

The crowd splits
along the column. The first
to pass me are the
single young men
smoking nervous walking
fast spitting into
the grass. The next
to pass me are the
young couples learning
to hold hands and walk
quickly. The next
to pass me are the
older couples shuffling by talking
about the show. The last
to pass me are the
single Old Men.

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“Low Fidelity”

Moves in and he asks me
“are you around at night.” “I do
sleep here”, I say, and “we
should go to a bar this weekend.”

It comes and I
knock on his door at
eight. He answers
the door naked. “We
should go to a bar”, I say.

“Yes, good timing, I was just
starting to get sober”, he says
and “let me get dressed I’ll be
a minute”.

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“Wreck”

I am talking to my sister
about that great trio:
Global Warming Cancer Terrorism
the three
specters we raise to get
research funded, and she asks me
“How do you think Mankind
will go extinct?”
“A car
crash.”
“No- Mankind.”
“I said, a car
crash.”

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