Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
There is another room
You could spend time in.
What a shame not to enter
Ferocious flower
Cast out
Dent de lion
Imagine a dot
On the horizon: that is
Him, your beloved.
The Ponte Vecchio was built
For butcher shops.
The river stitched with bridges
George W made a painting & painted his toes pink
Like the meat I eat
& the color of my baby’s penis.
A man unzipping his fly is vulnerable to attack.
Then the zipper got stuck.
An angel flies in the window to unstick it.
The man ejaculates a blood-red rose.
The woman looks on in astonishment.
The sun pours in
I had a stroke and I’m not me.
I’ve been disfigured horribly.
Little did you know that I
The technician squeezes the bulb to tighten the cuff
To take my blood pressure for a second time today
Next to the professional scales I stood on that showed I weighed enough
You wonder who in the world are the people who actually use stool cards.
They’re the very same scum who sell drugs to little kids in school yards.
The doctor tells you do this, do that.