Two Poems by Joseph Moorman
Dec 20th, 2020 | By DefenestrationYou never judge me.
Cash or credit?
Whichever makes me happy.
And the card I insert?
The magnetic strip can face either way.
Very thoughtful.
You never judge me.
Cash or credit?
Whichever makes me happy.
And the card I insert?
The magnetic strip can face either way.
Very thoughtful.
Arrogance makes your words
sound of howling dogs.
They fall from your mouth, in
lifeless idioms you call poetry.
A lazy glance up from the keyboard and I meet the eight eyes of doom.
Fuck.
My thoughts slip out from underneath me,
Two legs worthless against the icy battlefield of nature.
Holiday tomorrow: I’ve got to pack.
A fortnight’s break—there’s lots to pack.
At least a dozen detective novels
Riddled with serpentine plots to pack.
The white square bowls
with their curved sides
align in the dishwasher
neatly overlapping.