Be Bold, Mr. Trench Coat!
This is a poem or a collection of poem fragments titled "Be Bold, Mr. Trench Coat!"
I.
Paying quarterly sales taxes
is a lot more important than
discussing vintage Japanese
haiku translations. Groundhog-
daying that scribbled down routine
again.
II.
Another claim, who wants it?
III.
Fixing what we can but not too much
so that the rest of the world notices.
Heckling as many comedians as possible
so that refugees and circus-freaks may
rest easy.
IV.
A billion bucks and another
bite the dust.
Ace of cups and a continued
loss of lust.
For all your face can long for.
V.
Does a dog’s sigh mean the same
as mine? Someone told me that
when you sigh you
lose a little bit of time. If life is
like a clock is yours stuck at
two thirty in the afternoon
like mine?
VI.
to the tune of "Old MacDonald":
o n o m a t o
p o e i a