Monday, January 30, 2012

New poem: NEWT NEWT

I'm reminded of a coach


who taught health class

in my high school.

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He looked like a cross

between Peter Lorre

and Patton Oswalt.

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And he never failed

to lecture the class

on "survival of the fittest."

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There was a disconnect

between his public and private behavior.

But I didn't know it at the time.

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Back then, gossip didn't spread too fast.

You had to stand still in a selected place

to use a telephone

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and there was no texting

or personal computers

or any of the stuff that now

>

enables us to know hyperquick

about hypocrites, homilies and

counting on the public to swallow it whole

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Be careful of how many bodies you bury

and all the skeletons you stack in storage.

There's always someone

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who will take as much time as necessary

to bring petrified sin to the earth's surface

and hit the switch of a giant fan

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so everyone can sample the putrid aroma.



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