Happy Birthday Max

The workdays get longer

The angry Russian men come in
wearing bluetooth headsets
beer guts expanding gray and black fake silk shirts

the truth is in the broken radio
and Max the stockman
celebrating his 75th birthday on the job

the buzz of the light
like an obese mosquito

while we hide in the cooler
eating pork rinds
and dreaming of the latina sample-girl’s thighs

everyone of us
running out the clock

the nukes will take us

before they take him

9 o’ clock

Happy Birthday Max

let’s punch out
and get the fuck out of here

© 2008 Lee Kitzis

A Short Political Poem

Our enemies
are pigeons
mosquitos
spinach
and Mexicans

We will build a fence
700 miles long

and line it w/ nukes
and spinach detectors

so when the Mexicans come

w/ their flamethrowers and guns

shooting mosquitos at us
and sending pigeons into the air

they’ll know that we stand strong

as one nation

under a God

who rings my bell
and leaves pamphlets
under my door
at 9:30 in the morning

that tell me

this country’s going to hell

because God

is one very clever Mexican

© 2008 Lee Kitzis