Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Tuesday poem #81 : David McGimpsey : "You talk like we shouldn't be pelting you with wet sacks of garbage"
So far out in the Mohave Desert
there were only two radio stations:
Christian and Christian Pop, I air guitar
the tune to "It's Chilltown, My Chill Saviour".
Choosing chili verde or colorado
would have destroyed Solomon. Should I die
because I couldn't choose between a mirror
and a better, more cost-effective, mirror?
If you put a massive lump of grey hair
on a potato you wouldn't be able
to distinguish it from me. Potato
do, potato re, potato so, fa.
Though the dust I hear of Bro Vegas
and that the ex is killing it at Keno;
a granite mountain gives up many stones,
"O Totes Cool Lord You're Terribly Awesome".
David McGimpsey is the author of five collections of poetry including Li'l Bastard (Coach House Books) which was nominated for Canada's Governor General's Award. He is also the author of the short fiction collection Certifiable and the award-winning critical study Imagining Baseball: America's Pastime and Popular Culture. David McGimpsey lives in Montreal and teaches at Concordia University.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan