Constipated in Gobles, Michigan

I was constipated for more than a week
and I figured if anything was going to cure it
it would be Gobles, Michigan

so I took the Outlaw Bible of American Poetry to my parents’ country washroom

and read pretentious beats
dull surrealists
and whiney NY punks

hoping that would get my bowels going

still nothing

so I looked out the window
at the flowers
and the dragonflies
and the trees
and tried
some sort of know-nothing
Zen will
on the Hot Pocket
from last Sunday

just farts and “outlaw” poetry

finally giving up and accepting my fate

to be one of many poets to have died filled with his own shit

I dog-eared Corso

and called it a day

© 2008 Lee Kitzis