Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Two New Poems For Today from Mark Ge

Cocktail

Counterfeit or real?
Like simulated isolation
a quarter, fifty cents for say half an hour
shredding coffee beans in the mid morning
just having gotten out of bed
the break ins unbearable
all the smoke in the air
the television sound on in the other room
as incense flows
terracotta buildings
puddles of water
an ice cream cone
and then the memories fade
and I'm still here in Massachusetts
...without a dime

Medicine Transcripts

My old movies unreturned, weeks late
banana peels on my table
medicine before defecation in the morning
makes me wonder if I am doing it right
like drinking coffee while pissing

Walked to the store today
to listen to the traffic

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