by Martha Deed
Smoke is coming out of my ears
I am close to falling flat on my angst
Paragraphs from old history texts
give me vertigo of the pickle
I have fireflies in my stomach
and I long to sink into a swamp of bigotry
where my biases could calm me
or join a sect that disbelieves in debt
My constitution is frozen
sharp as a trout Reality is too much for me
and I am too awake
for the sleep of the doomed
Cable TV is a form of harassment
My budget is weeping
and the finches have rejected
my 2-for-1 birdseed
Truly this is a time
to test men's biceps
Martha Deed lives in North Tonawanda, NY. Recent publications include The November 2010 Project, The Lost Shoe (Naissance) and City Bird: Selected Poems (1991-2009) by Millie Niss, edited by Martha Deed. She has previously published at The New Verse News. Her blog: http://sporkworld.tumblr.com/
