NPM.1 - Fish Story

bone thugs
poets, fools
words are idiotic
fuck-ups are beautiful
i'm telling you, tonight i saw a guy get into a Hummer
like it was nothing
like he wasn't going to war
like he wasn't being ripped open and eaten alive
it was nothing
just a Vaudevillian relic
and the girls in the chorus line wear
their girdles and rape fantasies
like we've all gotta smile
sooner or later
and the funnymen wave bamboo canes under straw hats
in front of shoepolish masks
like here comes your fuckin' punchline, suckers.
The joke ain't on anybody
if the banana peel's in the trashcan
Bigfoot plays it straight
Nessie's the foil
but they're both tapdancing on the far end
of that bridge you mean to buy
just as soon as
your horn comes outta hock
your house gets refinanced
or Christ smiles on your student loans
all you got in your wallet
is neverending war and
reality television assholes handing out
voter receipts.
it's halfway to Resurrection
the darkest part of the forest
and there's nothing left for
the poison ivy and parasites
but snake oil
and your grandmother's blood.
Now who's the dummy, pal?


...
so it's National Poetry Month and seeing as such, i'm gonna make it my mission to write a new poem and post it here every day. for the entire month of April. today, however, i'm gonna inaugurate the thing with two new ones. this is the first.
-andy