Liz’s Weekly Poetry Series: Absurdity
Inspired by bad lip reading this morning, I’ve been thinking about the absurd. More specifically, I’ve been wondering if the absurd helps keep language agile, healthy even. Much of our language is diseased. Can the absurd provide insight into our national spectacle?
This last weekend before AMERICA CHOOSES! let the absurd make a little bunker for your heart. Enjoy!
I OF THE SPARROW
in the accident machine
skull farm commodities
buffer troll zones
inside the posterity matrix
the mouth of the trash can
gives ostrich citizens
jewel teeth translations
hung from the tongues of wonder watchers
they stole in
to snatch, thy potluck heart of mountain town
or blast porous bone with copper
kids on coal beds
dreamteam sad pantheons of shine
in the meantime
whorls of crap
and damn it it’s too early for
I dare not speak my name, it is so long
and unpronounceable. I enforce the thaw
here among the timbered few. We despise you
and whatever you rode in on—is that a swan?
I’m not really like this. I’m over the moon.
Still, we jar marmalade. We plow.
We don’t need Neil Young around anyhow.
Your tribe’s Doritos are infested with a stegosaur.
That Forever 21 used to be a Virgin Megastore.
Scott Baio in full feathered glory
was everything I’m not. I am everything I am
and then some. I’m coming along nicely.
Don’t stick your fork in me till I’m done.