Thunder gathers above the punk
rock club.
The sky’s mascara runs.
It’s a Moe and Curly world.
I love the song
about a kidnapper but worry
that what’s funny
in New York City might be
triggering elsewhere.
I love Debbie’s
shiny red boots but worry
about the weather.
The rain falls down
like hammer claws.
I poke my shoe in the eye.
rock club.
The sky’s mascara runs.
It’s a Moe and Curly world.
I love the song
about a kidnapper but worry
that what’s funny
in New York City might be
triggering elsewhere.
I love Debbie’s
shiny red boots but worry
about the weather.
The rain falls down
like hammer claws.
I poke my shoe in the eye.
Glen Armstrong edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has three current books of poems: Invisible Histories, The New Vaudeville, and Midsummer.
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