Thursday, November 29, 2012

A "New Yorker" Poem


THE LAKE IS A MIND WITH A SHOPPING CART IN IT

See that? A heart on the flap of
your Cheerios box? A bee with white
teeth? Don't faint, or you'll cause
a sharp rise in blackout around here.
At the register, simply hold a ham
upside down if you want it
to scan. Comb the parking lot, blinking
keys, all the flashes the keys were
programmed for. For an escape,
pull over. There really is a lake though
you hear it's frozen & you'll do
donuts on it, while your car strains
to avoid the very obvious
desire to strain. Finally home
you undress your body and conceal it
with shades. You can nuke yourself
garlic knots. An old white ash
anchors your front lawn, soaks up
a brake light through its leaves.

Ben Purkert










Fortunately, Hurricane Sandy did not make an
Election Day reality of this cover illustration








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