Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Ideas by Craig Sernotti

I don't believe in the moon.
Nothing's out there, so stop looking.
Nothing's inside, so stop retching.

I'm waiting for the days birds will use
tombstones for nests, tongues to feed their young.
It'll be great to finally see the useless
being used to support the living.

An aging chiropractor kicks a thin dog for eating
from the garbage. You're the aging chiropractor. I'm the dog.

I'd like to say you're like a car, a wine, an epic,
but the simile falls flat.
Please don't hate me for this.

- Previously published in Skidrow Penthouse

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