JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

A thousand

poems ago

I picked up

this pen

to record

the flapping

commotion

of leathery wings

caged in

my brain

 

Now

I can’t

keep those

bat droppings

out of

my ink

 

It’s raining

rodent

rhyme schemes

from the belfry

 

Staining my

inner ear

with tinnitus

 

Oh no

this is the limit

waiter

there’s a

pterodactyl

in my borscht!