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short poems by Mike Finley
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The Secretknowing there is onemakes everything awkward
we're all supposed to know itbut no one's allowed to say
what it is, still there'sall this nodding
My Poor Fish Can't go to Coon Rapids.I can go to Coon Rapidswhenever I want –weekends or after work.
Parking LotThe attendant is angry.His edger is missing, And in a crack in the blacktop Near the corner of Seventh and Wabasha, Five weeds are sticking their heads up, Looking for trouble.
We Asked for a Sign Three days he waited to fart.Then it came, endlessly bubbling,like a machine gun in honey.His widow smiled thinly.
FeverInfant daughter in my arms plucks absently at my nipple. A smile forms.
She gets the joke, how useless I am, and it seems to do her good.
The Art of Negotiation We start lifeas egomaniacs,fists full of demands
after that it's oneconcessionafter another.
Christmas The road is a memorylost in the blizzardthe snow is fallingsideways
The cattle's eyes aretoo frozen to blinkThey won't be there in the morning
EntrepreneurThis spider studied real estate.He built a web at the corner stationover the sign flashing Quaker State – location, location, location.
At the Circus ambulance lights at the auditorium gate and a lump on a stretcher and on top of that the embroidered red fez
At the LakeThe day has had its way with us, and now in the glimmer the swans steer clear of the clank of canoes, couples lean into one another at the hip, and a man on a bicycle speeds by sobbing, in red shoes.
EmbarrassForty minutes I stand in the reception line. Finally I reach the newly widowed man, standing by Olive's open coffin, and I will remember these words forever. 'Hey Vern, great to see you.'
Instructions for Falling We have to let go in order to fall And the steady tumble that carries us down Surrender all order, unclench every hand Until we are sleeping, and begin again
Death as Snack Cake the grave's a fine and spongey place a twinkie of an eye and we who dreamed so many things are the filling surprise
Frankenstein in the Cemetery *Here is where
I ought to be.And here.
And here.And here.
And here.And here.
DisavowalBe wary of poems that mount the pedestalBrandishing bright words, or better stillstand guard and prick up your ears.A deeper peace will take a thousand years.