Thursday, February 26, 2009

WRITE THIS DOWN MR. BOOSH

by Spiel


"History.
We won't know.
We'll all be dead."

that's what you once said
mr. boosh

oh you should be so lucky

but i say
one moment
after midnight
today
is history

and right this moment
dear mr. boosh
history's not
turning out
your way

don't even bother
with a book of lies
the cowardice of
your yes men
is being revealed

and your secrets
slaughtered and
three times fried
for you to gag on
so duck your head
between
your knees

by the time
"we'll all be dead"
if you're lucky
history
might record those words as
the only profound thing
you ever said


Neither the NEA nor an MFA influences Pushcart Prize contender, the poet Spiel, in his diverse works of personal conflict and social consciousness, published frequently online and in independent press journals around the world. His latest books are: she: insinuations of flesh brooding published in 2008 by March Street Press and once upon a farmboy published 2008 by MadmanInk.
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