Geordie de Boer: Five Poems

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The California-New Mexico Express
     for Richard Brautigan

 

someone’s walked away from
a motorcycle
in New Mexico.

 

 

Egyptian Cherry Pit Pyramid

 

Lying stacked like Khafre’s pyramid
and steaming like entrails in a canopic jar,
bones of fruit as slick as if passed from
a northbound Sphinx’s southern exposure.
The cherries I’d dreamed of eating
fresh from the tree,
as dark as a Nubian nipple,
as tempting  as Nefertiti’s tummy,
may as well be painted on
the walls of an Egyptian mummy’s tomb.

 

 

 Mother Effing Nature

 

Tornadoes in Brooklyn,
earthquakes in Peru, flash floods
in England, wildfires in Greece.

 

The weather’s not so wonderful
here, either.

 

 

Slovakian Winter, Waiting

 

Sitting under a sky
the color of a plugged nickel,
collar turned to turn
a fickle east wind, waiting
for a check to clear
(from a Czech, too; clear?)
wondering if the sketchy
sky might clear first.

 

 

Unemployed

 

My wife says,
I found a job for you,
waving the classifieds
from her chair.

 

I tell her,
I’m not working
for just any pencil-necked
son-of-a-bitch.

 

She says,
Well, you worked
for yourself once.

 

 

 

Geordie de Boer, a rambler and wrangler of rhyme (internal), lives in southeast Washington (state). He’s been published most recently by Muddy River Poetry Review, The Meadowland Review, Mobius, Miller‘s Pond, and The Centrifugal Eye. Visit him at Cockeyed Fits (geedeboer.wordpress.com/).