Flavour of the Day #2

POETRY

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this poem killed the dinosaurs
and ran off laughing.
this poem sank the ships
at Pearl Harbor
and said some other kid did it.
this poem has a bad attitude.
this poem is your neighbor's stereo
screaming through the wall,
3:15 in the morning.
you can't escape this poem.
this poem has evil intentions.
this poem will hold you up
some night with a dirty gun,
shaking in a hand that knows no no.
this poem is Jeffrey Dahmer's refrigerator
& it is hungry for your head.
this poem is an ad for a hotel/motel
management school run by Norman Bates.
this poem is every love letter
from anyone promising forever--
long since gone for good
into the loveless night.
this poem cannot help you
& would not help you even if it could.
someone cut some words out of this poem
and used it for a hold-up note
at his corner bank.
he got no money.
in utter, pitiful despair
he then used this poem as a suicide note
and jumped off the top of the Empire State Building.
he landed on a group of ten nuns,
gathered below for a prayer vigil,
killing them all.
He walked away uninjured, unnoticed,
in get-the-hell-out-of-my-way
rush-hour traffic,
loudly cursing the failures of art.

© Ted Finn

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