destroy the things you love, destroy the things you hate

More poems about being a prematurely old grump! Hooray! Dig!


celebrate destruction: of a taxi cab


destroy the cab
while

you are around the block;
cave the lamppost,
let it’s gravity
do the trick,

lick your thumbs, speed the air
yourself,

assail a subway car and toss a bottle atop
the yellow scarabs and
beetles and

grow old knowing
you’ve killed
the consort of the drunk

and delightful.

a taxi cab made rich
only once

while spinning madly into the mouth of the
river
,

oh joy, splash
and
wonder where.




celebrate destruction: of a jaw


the jaw tugs
away

jagged and as it unclenches
and loosens
and grins,

one moment is spent spying the

tower in the distance;
this city

will have that jaw kicked in the cupboards,
down in the sewers,
drenched in rain,

because it is right to find use
where
once a destroyer
now

is left
as
refuse.

some animal will play a game with it;
the blue light of a liquor store
shines evenly,

destroy that jaw and shove
a bottle
in

your mouth.