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
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Boona Daroom’s work has recently appeared in Lit, Softblow, Monday Night, among other places. He lives in Brooklyn.