09/26/2021

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.