Two Poems

And Here I Am

poetry really is

something to get pissed off

about

because when you read some

of it

you go

hell that’s just

a passing thought

or nothing even

just something jotted down

like the writer couldn’t barley

even be bothered with it

and yet

here I am

with thoughts and ideas

or reactions to things and

not a single human being

on the face of the earth

could give a shit

and yet here’s this

supposed poet has

a book contract

and even an office

at some fucking college

with paid vacations

and even a pension

probably and

paid conference trips

to here there

and wherever man

and here I am

sitting in the park

writing away

hungry, broke,

running out of medicine

and going shit man

how is that

even fair?

Twister

He stepped out

Of his little house

And looked to the west

And thought

Wow it really is

Like the weather channel said

Or even God

Or the hand of fate

The way it looked

The dark cloud

Coming

And he thought

There’s really no point

To even run

Out to the fields

Where they say

All kinds of debris

Will be flying

Like glass

Or cows

And it’s something

You have to

Just stand there

And wait for

Like fate

And the hand of God

And he thought of

That song that

Said something like

Today is the day

How there wasn’t anything

You could do about it

If God

Had made up

His mind

Or fate

But just stand there

And watch it

Come

And wait