[lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEMS (Yeah, right)

VICIOUS CIRCLES

If I had a dime 
for every time 
I've asked myself 
why I go on living,
then I'd have enough money that
I wouldn't ask myself that 
anymore,
but then once again, I'd go broke 
and have to start asking that
all over again.

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DAMN YOU, SANFORD

I really don't care 
when or where
or who
you fuck, 
but I'll be damned if I'll let you
out do
me 
in emails to my lovers.

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SUMMER SUCKS

Nuff said.

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GOD PSYCHOLOGY

I often wonder if 
God is tragedian 
or commedian,
or maybe He's
bi-polar.
I know some bi-polars.
Yes, have waited several times
while stomachs were pumped.
So in my mind there's lttle doubt
that He's one of them --
so very much in need of 
self-love and so craving of attention.

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A HYMN TO MY FERAL CATS

Scardy-cat, scardy-cat,
run from me.
Jump off the landing.
twenty feet if need be.
Run away, run away, run away, all!
But damned if you don't come crawling
when the feed hits the pan.

Ah, the bravery that comes of knowing 
there's food to be had,
I guess that's the history of all life on earth
and that's very sad. 
But not necessarily 
so horribly, terribly bad. 
Of course, I don't know what 
Kant would have to say
about feral cats 
and our obligations to them per se,
neither, I'd guess, do the 14 feral cats 
argue any ethics eyond their hunger pangs 
-- which, of course,
makes them less human than me.
Right?


Mike Geary
Memphis

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