At The Laundromat

At the Laundromat

As you swirl around
Pacing the hours on
Calloused feet
The temple serves hot
Fudged ice-cream sundaes
Savor, become a glutton to
Its gut wrenching punishments
This life burgeons your vocabulary
Like yeast rising
Into baked bread
You must go forward
Do not leak bullshit
Onto the suede carpet
Put it in a glass jar, extra grease
Skimmed from soup pot tops
To be used later
And stew

by Micah Zevin 2009

The Video Version of this poem can be viewed at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1F_KdHkUG4

The Drywall Situation

The Drywall Situation

Poisonous vespers intrude on camouflaged
Skin layers cracking backwards as if ready to peel
Not constructed for an onslaught of callousness
Or decay at humans doing a job on each other,
Contracted out, conjuring illusions of separation,
They carry crickets on their shoulders
For the remainder of the night as mists deterioration
Seals your fate; and it’s so easy to step all over your centipede self
As you are pummeling, stifling and choking me
I smoke you early every morning as you drone some
Slick pasty advice, not actually advice but a negotiation for a raise
Spreading diseased clouds out of new windows onto your horizon

By Micah Zevin 2009

See the VIDEO version of This Poem at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xB3w6IAYYiY

Modern Times

Modern Times

Our foods bombastic displays
Are being processed indiscreetly
Again, against our palates
Sticky silly putty potions
Gelatinous lumps coalescing
Into our split personalities
Supposed identities
Poisonous arrays of reaction
At the counter-reaction terminus
We shop at trampled-upon
Media frenzies, laid-to-rest sunny-
Side-down over HDTV’s, bulk
Toilet paper cereal sales
The false cover of saving ourselves
From the dollar’s demagoguery
Drowned terrorists, consumers,
Will pack together like queued
Up jackrabbits to purchase
What they think is required
Of them to live outside tainted
Fingers, obsessed by touch
Screen music boxes searching,
Listening only to what shuffles
Its random rambling odes into
Our waxen ears
Everything in front of us has been
Manipulated

by Micah Zevin 2009

Check out the Video version of this poem at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTAHt8BOodA
Thx MZ