Jay Passer's work has been all over the place and he has had a couple chaps published
just last year, from Pski's Porch and Alien Buddha.
MAYBE
STRAVINSKY WAS ONTO SOMETHING
lingering at the bottom of a lake
fragile as cellophane
the type that gets lodged in the throat of a fish
prior to suffocation.
I’ve been reading mysteries
and masturbating frequently
as the oceans infinitely roar
while the sky owns its own patent on symphony.
in the cosmic sense I just arrived
but I’ve pretty much had it up to here
an effortless drop in the bucket
a
ballet performed on a frozen minefield
THE
SLUMP
I am so tired
Tied to the bedposts
Revenge style
I write down thoughts
Like haiku
Without any poetic license
Medical examiners
Get away with more
Bad career moves
Locked up in the secured wing
Simmering in the soup
Of the sad-ass soul
I am exhausted
Looking forward to
Renewal
HOW VERY ENDANGERED
how would you like
to be
extinct?
your mirror image
your trapped spirit animal
your incapacitating injury
your debilitating disease
covered by daddy’s insurance
don’t ask the billionaires for any help
your film idols
sports stars
entertainment whores
the animals covered with oil
after a tanker spill
the journalist posing the
truth
assassinated
these things matter little
when you’re extinct
quit texting your booty
you fucking self-serving
swan
swan
everybody oughta know
the duck
is your mortal
enemy
RAIN
POEM
I’m thankful it’s raining today.
It justifies staying home, lying in bed
And not being shot by some maniac on the street.
Of course, an earthquake could hit
Or the psychopath in the White House could go nuclear
But today I’m optimistic.
If I were a hummingbird
I wouldn’t be thinking about anything like this
But
I know I’d be glad for the rain as well
.I
SPY
I know they won’t
but they ought to preserve my body
for the scars alone
for proof of existence
scars don’t come easily
surely they’ll archive the Ray-Bans
for what they’ve seen through is
as hideous
as a World War
sweating in the pocket of your pants
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