Poetry from Mark Young

Position Paper

The

calf-high

high-heeled

highly-polished

hand-tooled

cowboy boots

are exquisite

but without them

the

emphysemic

pint-sized old

man under his

sweat-stained

ten-gallon hat

would need

to carry an

acetylene

torch in

order to

strike any

sort of spark.


? & !

The thing I find

most amusing

about the on-

line “what _____

are you?”

meme / quizzes

are the

conclusions

people feel

they can afford

to admit to.

Sorry, Aretha

I just don’t know

what to do with

myself so I play

Dusty Springfield

songs in the hope

the son of a Preacher

Man might come

along & take time

to make time & tell

me everything’s

alright, out of sight.

Prescript

I feel no

need to

document my life

fully.

Maybe after I’m dead

I may wish

I had.

But then…..

After I’m dead

somebody

may read

my poems & decide

I have documented

my life

even if

fit-

fully.


Sweet Charity

Is channeled in to her

from some source

more immediate than

Shirley MacLaine. Other-

wise she would take no

note of it. But hearing

the words in a language

with which she is not

familiar but which she

speaks fluently

gives pause.

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