Long Jumper
dive like a leap
windows no sleep
a cliff a wish
to turn into mist
and reform at
the bottom
of that insanely
deep chasm
who invented?
Mario relented
allowing me to fall
straight down, long
jumper, in Speedo
remind me that
it was found at the
bottom of the trash
but why would
you throw this away?
like throwing away
the other side of the
world filled with so
much ingenuity no
matter how bizarre
and fractured I
insist on fitting
my thoughts into
squares and for
cing them to li
ve as plastic
reminders of t
he time I took
one long dive
I'm posting this poem in honor of National Bad Poetry Day.
If you like this sort of thing, you can snag yourself a whole zine packed full of my sub-par poems -- Poetree -- at the Pittsburgh Zine Fair on Sept 1st!!!
