poem of the day 11.17.15

winning the war on terror

the douche bags

eating pancakes at 3pm

at a sidewalk café

they’re winning the war on terror

better than i am

with every sip

of a mimosa they know they’ve

got god on their side

today i had a banana

some chicken and i watched a lackluster film

i almost died running five miles

almost hit by an ice cream cone truck

careening down the road in the bike lane

trying to drum up business in november

okay, so i guess i’m

winning the war on terror too

mornings like this when the radio doesn’t work

and my head feels like someone is pressing down

i wonder if i’ve drank up

any and all inspiration

i should’ve asked the ice cream cone truck driver

what he thinks about climate change

instead of spitting in his window

although i’m sure he thinks it’s good for business

i should’ve asked him

if he thinks a seventy degree day in mid-autumn

could be construed as winning the war on terror

or i should give up the poems

this silly novel that simply won’t write itself

use the better part of the grocery money

to start drinking top shelf

fund some rebels in the middle east to support

or i could become one of those dudes

who sleeps in until noon on sunday

sunglasses and a permanent five o’clock shadow

the dude forever in sweat shorts or pajamas

who proudly reads less than one book a year

who meets his douche bag friends

at some café in manhattan for brunch

talking about how great the weather is

how much i love pancakes with syrup or jelly

while everyone around me talks about how bad war is

and how the mimosas here

are simply killing it today.