POEM A DAY 2020

FAITH

Bunker down

Listening to Tubthumping in the
Bougie food court
In the basement of a high rise
M bouncing his head
Pointing his fingers up and down
I remember arguing
Is it kissing or pissing the night away?
I didn’t know about either
Time is closing in
What do I know?
I like being a few steps
behind

Swingometer

I made Randall at Domino's uncomfortable
when I said I was half-caste,
but it rolled off the tongue easier
than half-Chinese
and then I thought
why don't I ever say
I'm half-white Anglo Saxon
and then when I clocked off,
I went home and looked at
half-caste in the dictionary,
and Randall was right,
so one Anglo is uncomfortable,
another gets his dinner
at the chinky,
and now I think,
whose word is that now anyway,
is it even fair to
think it was forced on me?
Someone else thinks the book
I found at home about Mao
was commie cool,
even though it was about how he murdered
everyone, he saw everything he wanted,
on the sleeve.
Role play the whole way
I can't couch it any other way,
and yet my Anglo is wondering
if I just went too far.
With whom should I stand,
when in a generation I'm gone.

Vegetable Drawer

Remember that time
you fucked me
with a frozen zucchini?
We both thought
the frost would lend strength
(you were afraid of the
squash snapping in half)
Neither of us foresaw
My cunt going numb
so I couldn't feel
And the frozen flesh
turning to mush