i took a rocket to the moon
and ended up in gary, indiana
while the homicides homicided
and the poets poeted
bill kurtis read bedtime stories to the president
while jesus snuck out the backdoor
hauled ass to canada
to get his ulcer checked out
i took a rocket to the moon
and ended up tossing ice into a denny’s urinal
at 2:03 a.m.
thankful for work
i took a rocket to the moon
and ended up on the moon
and it was nice
there were no poets
or homicides
just jesus
hiding behind a rock
“that guy scares the shit out of me” he said
“plus it’s a little cold”
i agreed
then the earth blew up
in the name of god
and i poeted this poem about it
© 2008 Lee Kitzis
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glow poach the shit out of the goo poet. Go go poet. Shine your ass and shave. It's time to take your pulse today. Wake up poet. Dream yourself up out your stupor. I fuckin freak out when anything matters. Ideas and landlords look at poets funny, we get embarrassed. Stains were once alive too. Drawbacks are drawn back, that hole in your throat, god, that hole looks bigger everyday. We were made to murder or perform surgery. Anything but poetry. I just finished getting a catscan. It's true. Fuck. When will we stop being Jewish? When will we begin being Jewish?When can we see god? I swear I will pop caps in poets who ask questions and have the audacity to use words like "pop caps."
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