I Got into Poetry for the Hard-Core Fame
If you’re ever scared while watching Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds, it’s OK, just remember that you are a loser. I don’t know about you, but I can kick a bird’s ass. Remember what a freak show last Easter was? You did so much auntie that even your groin sallied forth. I’m sick of the nail. Jesus crept. It’s the middle of the night, the center of the night, the midpoint of night when day is doing a headstand somewhere in Toronto. Did you know that Tonto means “idiot.” How lone can a ranger be when he has a subaltern to obliterate? The revolution will start based on rent. Landlord or Landgod, it doesn’t matter, I have to eat or I’m seriously going to knock Satan into a trailer park. My knee, my knee. The torrential downpour. You leaned over during the massacre in Macbeth and kissed me on the cough. It was so Roman, so much like Lyme Disease. I remember it as a tub.
Listening to Malcolm X and Realizing What a Dumbass You Are
Fuck the Poetry Foundation.
Have sex with the Poetry Foundation.
Insert your pen into the Poetry Foundation.
Cherry tree the purgatory out of the Poetry Foundation.
Helsinki the Poetry Foundation.
Vertebrae-China the Poetry Foundation.
Tickle-down economics the Poetry Foundation.
Regicide the Poetry Foundation.
Beg the Poetry Foundation.
Every Finlander is a whore, said the Poetry Foundation.
At the mud hour, the heavier and heavier Poetry Foundation. (translated from the Japanese)
R. Ahimsa Riekki’s non-fiction, fiction, and poetry have been published inRiver Teeth,Spillway, New Ohio Review, Shenandoah, Canary, Bellevue Literary Review, Prairie Schooner, New Orleans Review, Little Patuxent Review, Wigleaf, and many other literary journals.