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O, What a Beautiful Morning

by Robert Nazarene


In this rabid world of religious wars
and Hummel figurines you squat your fitball
& wolf down those pretty handfuls of bunker-
busters your doctor Fed-Ex’d  for the ninth
time this month O, by now he knows
you’re a pathetic (but fast-pay) little
loser & hell everybody knows it—though
through your early morning fog, your “personal
best” you seem to give a fuck less and isn’t it fun
to play Find the Car in your garage, then
off you go to totter from the pump to the Food
Mart at the Conoco & how it feels just like
crossing between cars on a speeding Amtrak
train set to derail sixty miles south of Chicago
in Dwight, Illinois, in a howling blizzard
& the bad part is everyone aboard is knocked
shit-stupid like Beanie Babies, gets dismembered
& dies except you picking yourself up & staggering
off to the Antique Mall where a hand-scrawled
note taped to the window says “CLOSED
You Sick Little Cunt We’ve Been Waiting
For You All Morning Long Come Back
Tomorrow We’ll Have Freshly Made Fudge”

 

Robert Nazarene is founding editor of Margie/The American Journal of Poetry and IntuiT House Poetry Series, publisher of the winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award for poetry in 2006. His poetry has appeared in Chelsea, The Journal of The American Medical Association, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. His volume of poems is Church (Margie, Inc.). (4/2008)


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