Plastic Letters by Glen Armstrong

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.

Glen Armstrong edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has three current books of poems: Invisible Histories, The New Vaudeville, and Midsummer.