Let Me Make Myself Clear

wanted erotic but they gave me erratic, looked
for something fun and real: they sent me to a
funeral! my ticket to paradise was a thicket of
paradox. and the paved shoulder on the 407
extension was littered with corpses, all those
baffled raccoons and possums robbed of
habitat and baking on asphalt, everybody
woud have cried if it was a disney/pixar
coproduction but when it’s your own
windshield you learn to look the other
way. cruise control helps when every
radio is tax hikes, teacher strikes and
hotel california. heroes were villains
in disguise, our lovers were robots,
still we dreamed of high school,
of pushing a tortoise through its
cavernous halls, mr. freisen’s
baffling equations. at least my
brain’s not floating in a jar of
formaldehyde in a mad scientist’s
castle, waiting for the transplant:
hooray! dear publisher: when i
said i wanted my book to be read,
i wasn’t talking about the colour.

Darrell Epp’s poetry has been published in over 100 magazines on 6 continents. His third collection, Sinners Dance, will be published in 2018.

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1 Response to Let Me Make Myself Clear

  1. zaroffpoetry says:

    Fantastic free verse write ,i dig it.
    great content and thoughts pushing behind this piece.
    well penned.

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