THE NORMAL OUTNUMBER THEMSELVES
A crater full of water
separated the two schools.
Neither would pay for the fill
required to make a road
again after an idea by Archimedes.
A series of arrows pointing away
confusing if you didn’t
and just stood there.
As if cars would even bother
to be driven down around
on their comfort for hire side.
The parents were growing nervous
keeping track of little Johnie
encouraging him to wear flags
discernible above the smoke
and wet stylistically demanding hair.
A truce was negotiated
by an out of work sky writer who
wrote, “Fuck it!” in the clouds.
CONQUISTADOR OF THE CIRCLE K
Cortez? He sleeps on a bundle of rags
during the day, old towels and tattered tea-cloths.
At night he is at the dog track.
He does reasonably well most nights
enough to buy a mother’s girl.
No Isabel but courtesan-ish.
She is privy to his brutality thinks
it a waste of money and pain.