NO DAFFODILS, NO CLOUDS
I wanna write a poem as crooked as John
Malovich’s teeth, a poem as pockmarked
as Tommy Lee Jones’ sour puss…
I wanna write a Meatloaf poem, not
a Manilow … and definitely not a Mel
‘the Velvet Fog’ Tormé poem…
I wanna write “Uh-oh!” poems, poems that
conjure up the Jaws theme and make you say
things like, “You’re gonna need a bigger boat!”
Bomb squad poems!
I wanna write an OJ Simpson Ford Bronco poem
that’ll lead the coppers and choppers in a cold
pursuit right up the San Diego Freeway!
Clouds and daffodils?
Who hasn’t been there, done
that, and got the T-shirt…?