Poor Mojo's Almanac(k) Classics (2000-2011)
| HOME | FICTION | POETRY | SQUID | RANTS | archive | masthead |
Poetry #223
(published April 21, 2005)
We're Having Fun
by Adam Shobert
The skills burst like blistering skin
in a hayseed summer. Beached whales

wail. Let me begin again. My skills
have gone by the wayside, I can't begin

to tell you why. Call me your number
one stunner and wrap me to sleep.

This carnivorous atmosphere reeks
of that from which I run away. Opaque'd

oxygen, hydrate me here and here where
these patches flake clean off, making their

escape with time and disrepair. Did we
have our fun yet? My pet—I can't call you that

because every single housecat stays at my side,
kneads the denim'd cover of my thighs.

I'm afraid you'll never be the mother
of the children I rarely think of fathering.

I let nothing else in. I don't know why I'm bothering.

Share on Facebook
Tweet about this Piece

see other pieces by this author

Poor Mojo's Tip Jar:

The Next Poetry piece (from Issue #224):

by Adam Shobert

The Last few Poetry pieces (from Issues #222 thru #218):

Forward Across the Sky
by Jason Polan

Bill Smith
by G. David Schwartz

Once upon a time
by Angelo Ancheta

Ash Tree
by Sean Norton

My Father In His Deathbed
by Papa Osmubal

Poetry Archives

Contact Us

Copyright (c) 2000, 2004, David Erik Nelson, Fritz Swanson, Morgan Johnson

More Copyright Info