Ray McClaughlin Jr is from Etobicoke, Ontario. He is working on his first chapbook of poetry called Shake, Rattle & Roll. Ray McClaughlin Jr blogs at http://raymcclaughlinjr.blogspot.com/
FAKE FAIL EPIC POEM
jailed at times
failure at 6 miles
pre kite apes
failed at thesis
that blunt instrument
times new Greek salad
flare gun in the tackle box
on my sister-in-law
Amy's cruel behind
your fat gassy brick is gas only,
furtherest from warmth
eat, turnips, burp past
(a little more pasta)
blind my eyes
how stinky the pipes are stuffing
are special K theories baked milk
roasted thorns Jesus Christ, it's Shake 'n Bake
time to eat
there are home owners
trying to die
crack in the foundation
And still pigeon, dimly lit and lousy enabler, ya seep through morning stewing
in sunny juices
How we shew ya away through each sleep,
Finishing nails in my mouth, Christ almighty, I add a bird feeder for your cousin Judy,
You straw-bearing, you seep, roof in roof. Come here. It's Thanksgiving's roof.
Last Wednesday. You failed a mail test (RIP).
We'll hang it on the foundation's beam of our three story garage.
My husband gets excited every time our neighbour Angela makes a sandwich, and rattles her lemonade cups, all icy and nicy.
Wifey! Retrofit seeps drips and trees drip morning.
Across our morning, across television dinners, through failed wheat. How trees map out digestion.
Rock rock rock rock paper scissos scone. Each brick is a wink in a sneezing love affair. My wife sits on the phonebook. Through our still.
And Angela and my wife are still across the river, copy-editing Miami Vice colouring books. Ginger Root lemonade. My cousin Beth is still dripping dry in cement, you are still firm in the morning
son, through failed trees, that turned into paper, that failed to portray people wearing clothing and failed all in you.
A lash across you of lightening and enlightenment. How you seep trees and drip our morning weather vain weakness.
You and your dashing morning. Our sleep all through your dirty blonde hair that stinks. Roots, grains. You rain. How do you house, how?