FOR A SLAVE TO JUNK FOOD

 

1

A bottle blonde

in Tacoma

screams your name

while having

drunken sex

with a stranger.

YouÕll be okay.

Search parties

themselves

have gotten lost

and with only a sleeve

of stale Saltines

in the bread box.

 

2

Sky, snow,

mountain, trees.

 

The stuff

your mother

 

threw out

would be worth

 

a lot of money

now.

 

3

You need a doctor, or at least a dentist,

but canÕt find your passport,

so you gather up from littered gutters

 

bright tropical fish.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A BRIEF HISTORY OF AMERICAN LITERATURE

Poe raked lizards from trees

in the yard at night.

 

Melville slept with common seamen.

Black cars hurried past.

 

Burroughs wouldnÕt remove his hat.

Everyone drank to excess,

 

the Lindbergh baby stashed

in the house next door.

 

 



© Howie Good

 

Howie Good is the author of a full-length poetry collection, Lovesick, and 21 print and digital poetry chapbooks, including most recently, Hello, Darkness, available from Deadly Chaps.