RC Miller 日 05/04/2019 · admin No comments

from I GET GROCERIES

SYMBOLISM EXPRESSIONISM SURREALISM ALCOHOLISM

I touch a deer hit by a stupid driver.
The deer was killed by too many people I used to know.
I’d love to leave the past behind.

Rooted on a hill of dark fish,
A dead deer is clothing unknown dust
Like me.

My evening’s tissue is pus.
The next daylight’s fish will skin their water.
Their heat is the thing I’ve been missing.

Pus is like
Learning to leave water behind.
I boil an egg after sodomy.

 

A TEXT TO SAY GOOD MORNING

You lust to be bored in a food container:
A cooked then cooled then hazardous
Defrosted head cold.

Your poems are hazardous
People containing
Some person reheated once.

But I had a nice time last night,
And I hope I lifted your mood a bit.
We were just boring enough to decompose together.

 

I BREATHE MANNEQUIN BREATH

Their pin numbers invent me middle-aged.
Bored of the light and bored of the dark,
I’m the bore mannequin fist bumps defend.

Under a bulb made of sandwich,
Every hair on my head is a medical helicopter —
A ghoulish palm tree on a nuked-blue beach.

Noses nailed to feet
Gonna listen to my urine pretending to be a monkey.
This motherfucking prison of Saint Augustine!

The very little food left in the world
Shows what I’ve been looking for all my life.
Great is what repeats me mannequin-aged.

 

THE URINAL IS IN WORKING ORDER

While eating supper,
And thankful that what it’s eating is tired.

The twilight that filters through the missing leaves of houseplants is
A butterfly more beautiful once it’s broken.

My supper knows the gentle sadness of
A butterfly eaten out.

Its lust for a river packed with toilets to perch on
Fuses handicapped power structures.

A cold butterfly that’s eaten out
Thanks the gentle sadness of my houseplant’s passing.

A faceless fish passing for all time
Is watching me from my meal.

 

MILLER/BECKETT/LI PO

I visit my birth home.
Flowers fill it.
They fart.

An inflatable Beckett
Escorts me out of my old home.
Our exile knows

So much beauty is Li Po
Drowning in a lake
He cannot empty out.

 

OWL AT HOME

Googles his name but doesn’t get back
Sex reassignment information.
He leads a lovely life
Of link rot.

He finds new inventive ways
To place a burrito on the roof of his car along with a pack of smokes.
Then he retrieves the smokes before any animal devours the burrito.
Deer and squirrels will contract lung cancer anyway.

RC Miller lives in NJ and is the author of Mask With Sausage (Schism[2]), I Get Groceries and Abstract Slavery (Dostoyevsky Wannabe), co-written with Gary J. Shipley.