vanishing
by Julio Chapluzki
snow fall this morning,
melted away by the afternoon;
fearful me-taphor.
snow fall this morning,
melted away by the afternoon;
fearful me-taphor.
dragging out of bed
into the living room,
watching snow flakes
slowly whipping,
slowly whirling,
blown here
blown there,
finally coming to rest,
in a white bed,
looking so warm,
looking so cozy,
leading me back to my own bed
to sleep away the day,
warm and cozy inside.
I am the shackle-free brother
they send me to flatulate in the washroom
when friends visit
but i laugh
losen my belt
and relax.
tomorrow
i’ll be in the dining room
when friends visit
nobody’ll dare
ask me to
“cut the cheese in privacy”
then.
besides
they’ll see how comfortable i am
and be humiliated
i, too, am america.
Suffering
underneath the weight of a
broken remote control.
Life is hard
damn it, and I’ve earned
the right, damn
it, and I’ll
have this Television on
under it’s own power
or someone else’s
as long as I
can sit,
right here.
Life’s hard,
damn it.
I’ve earned the right.
