Nick Demske
2 poems from SELF-TITLED
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The Traffic Slows In Passing
The orgy participants jockey for position.
The arboretum explodes with the splendor of a Molotov.
You are beautiful. So naked beneath the chicken
Suit; the exact and menacing dance moves.
I want to dehumanize you in a poem. Objectify you like a woman.
The orgy participants explode with the splendor of autumn,
A synonym for education. They press their hands toward each other on either
Side of the glass, so shatter resistant. The drunk driver
Makes an abstraction of our loved one, a sculpture of our mid-sized fam
Ily sedan.
If we are ever left alone in an empty room
There will occur an interaction so palpably indecent, the flowers will bloom
Out of season. Have you ever felt this alone, I whisper, lost
Running all eight of my fingers through all eight of your hairs. ......Almost.
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PSA
The terrorist was last seen noogieing leukemia
Patients. The terrorist was last seen zerberting fat
Babies. I hate to be the bearer of accurate news, but that
Wiley ol’ terrorist was recently spotted perfecting taxidermia
On the decapitated Head of State. .......All calls
Are being monitored for quality assurance purposes.
A stars and barcode has been installed
For our convenience. The representative from Indiana proposes
Our moratorium on warning shots last indefinitely.
The terrorist was last seen evading its taxes.
The terrorist was last seen profiling A-rabs. With greatly
Exaggerated ease, the terrorist teeters upon its axis
Of piety, doubledutching the loopholes of the laws.
The terrorist hates our freedom. The terrorist loves the applause.
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Nick Demske is a Creative Writing graduate of Carthage College in Kenosha, Wisconsin. He lives in Racine, Wisconsin, and works there at the public library. Email him at ndemske@yahoo.com.
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The Traffic Slows In Passing
The orgy participants jockey for position.
The arboretum explodes with the splendor of a Molotov.
You are beautiful. So naked beneath the chicken
Suit; the exact and menacing dance moves.
I want to dehumanize you in a poem. Objectify you like a woman.
The orgy participants explode with the splendor of autumn,
A synonym for education. They press their hands toward each other on either
Side of the glass, so shatter resistant. The drunk driver
Makes an abstraction of our loved one, a sculpture of our mid-sized fam
Ily sedan.
If we are ever left alone in an empty room
There will occur an interaction so palpably indecent, the flowers will bloom
Out of season. Have you ever felt this alone, I whisper, lost
Running all eight of my fingers through all eight of your hairs. ......Almost.
**
PSA
The terrorist was last seen noogieing leukemia
Patients. The terrorist was last seen zerberting fat
Babies. I hate to be the bearer of accurate news, but that
Wiley ol’ terrorist was recently spotted perfecting taxidermia
On the decapitated Head of State. .......All calls
Are being monitored for quality assurance purposes.
A stars and barcode has been installed
For our convenience. The representative from Indiana proposes
Our moratorium on warning shots last indefinitely.
The terrorist was last seen evading its taxes.
The terrorist was last seen profiling A-rabs. With greatly
Exaggerated ease, the terrorist teeters upon its axis
Of piety, doubledutching the loopholes of the laws.
The terrorist hates our freedom. The terrorist loves the applause.
**
return to sawbuck 2.2
**
Nick Demske is a Creative Writing graduate of Carthage College in Kenosha, Wisconsin. He lives in Racine, Wisconsin, and works there at the public library. Email him at ndemske@yahoo.com.
