Boona Daroom

 Three Poems

 

LOTS OF SNAKES FOR SALE ON PITTSBURGH CRAIGSLIST TODAY

The knap­sacks yield
bedrock. There

are sev­er­al ways
to dry the sock­ets.

Down at Jim’s Motor City,
neo­phytes Xerox
xylo­phon­ic pec­torals.

The boat is
bac­cha­na­lian, the voy­age
user-friend­ly.

Call it nor­mal
push­ing until
the clock kicks you
through the door
of the Corvette
at the red light.

LIFE IN SALT

I.
The cos­mo­naut, lunt­ing
papyrus, jir­bles the grenade.

II.
I’m going to con­tin­ue
with the tran­quil­iz­ers.

III.
All across America
some­thing red dyes.
The alleys bub­ble fools
tool­ing warped boon.

IV.
It is
Time.

V.
Rain ris­es through
but­tered gut­ters.
California wid­ows
fawn with squir­rel.

VI.
ROCH3 + HBr → CH3Br + ROH

VII.
Soda squirts
drink the waterbed.
Englishable papers
surf blank thun­der.

VIII.
1 United States Dollar
=
6.13 Chinese Yuan

IX.
People are afraid.

X.
Cigarette cut mouths
chrome their dress­ings,
rivers try­ing to fig­ure
ura­ni­um out.
 

LA CUISINE ECONOMICA

The robots flip
The pill switch     Shannon’s

Cerebellum snorkels
A sea of ungu­lates
In velour    Duchess ollies
La-Z-Boy heels 50 yards

Of coal on a green day
In the tun­nel
~
Boona Daroom’s work has recent­ly appeared in Lit, Softblow, Monday Night, among oth­er places. He lives in Brooklyn.