

    mostpoems are diary entries
dressed in poetry's clothing
mostpoems are ironic
vignettes of deadspeak
mostpoems are bukowski
in drag, whitman devoid of wisdom
mostpoems involve zinnias
boxwood ambergris susurrus
they are feet too tired to dance
the absence of blood
in the fingertips
mostpoems subsist
on air alone
a dead leaf smoldering
in a naked forest provides more warmth 
than mostpoems 
and mostpoets 
most certainly 
will never find themselves 
in coffeeshops

what in the hell am i doing 
sitting on a sofa in a stranger's
apartment at two in the morning? 
no ride, some guy with eyes 
blacker than ant's blood 
is baking oatmeal cookies 
in the kitchen. on the loveseat 
occurs 
a stringyhaired blond 
who's nibbling on the ear 
of the biker beside 
her. he's wearing this microscopic
do-rag and an ill-fitting
wifebeater, and keeps giving me
redhot glares
as I fumble with the four remotes. 
my clumsy fingers 
can't get the goddamn 
infomercial off; 
I want some 
GODDAMN music! 
where is the fucking SONG in this BLOODLESS
mortuary? never mind... song doesn't 
exist here. the remotes 
are degenerate, the nibbling 
persists
in all of its hideousness
and no one's 
saying anything 
but the salesman on TV, 
who's showing the world to us 
through the eyes of a bug, 
tar and grime 
remover.

The journey always ends 
here, where they found him 
— a giant of a man, washed 
ashore behind the Delano 
Hotel, Miami Beach. Pieces 
of sand and broken shell 
in his hair, a clump of 
seaweed sitting on his left 
shoulder. It makes no difference
that there was a desperate 
struggle on a pleasurecraft, 
a loaded gun, a murderer 
without any remorse. It makes 
no difference if the shreds 
of some Shakespearean 
tragedy still linger in the 
air. The journey always ends 
here, and it's the same for 
all of us — the final resting place 
for your immortality —
facedown on the beach.
M.P. Powers is currently seeking employment as a televangelist and/or Mona Vie salesman. His poetry is published or forthcoming in Rosebud, The Chiron Review, The New York Quarterly, Slipstream, Main Street Rag and others. More info here: www.NYQPoets.net/poet/mppowers.






















