Poetry from Mark Young

Impressions  (short)

If this 

were Cézanne’s 

birthday 

I might consider 

having an 

apple 

for lunch.

She

handled

it well, apart

from a slight

case of novocaine

burn acquired

while coming

down the

mountain.

Taciturn

to the end, he 

took a tacit

turn, & nobody

heard him die.

scratching #1 

my eyes
are playing up
on me

don’t see
things clearly
any more

listen
intently
to things
that aren’t
there 

sundae, bloody sundae


Whether in cyberspace
or a Baskin Robbins ice-

cream parlor, nobody can

hear your multiple ban-

anas split when they’re
served in a cone of silence.

Investiture

Divesting assumed i-

dentities is hard to do

especially when it is

others who have done

the assuming for you.

what’s / going on / with the drones?

Clusters of lights multiplying expo-

nentially. Concern; & then confusion.

The suspect promised to leave their

phone number, but was last seen 

running away.

from the brochures of the Well-being Institute

Add

a token

aberration just so

life isn’t all

beer &

skittles.

Plaint for the day

I’ve got gall

stones, kidney

stones, most

every stone

except the

Rolling Stones —

& I’m saving them

for a rainy day.

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