Issue 15
Summer 2003
Jnana Hodson
As you can see, I’ve become a commuter - eight hours a week, in fact.
ALWAYS READ THE INSTRUCTIONS
Intently
my wife read
the fine print
on the side
panel of
a condoms
box. "How long,"
she asked, "do
you suppose
these will last?"
"All depends,"
the dreaming
responded.
"On how you
define it."
Whatever came
in answer
stretched it.
BIKERS
Viking wannabes
if it weren’t for the right
to assemble freely.
Besides, "Have a beer"
makes a better introduction
than an axe battle.
STARTING AT CHARLES STREET
On his Harley-Davidson
he rode hot despair with
as much fear as passion.
Curbed the eventual
violence of losing
love, all the same. On his
highways peace came in
the equilibrium
of full-throttle. Somehow
flying alone, with no
honey clutching his back.
HIGH WAY
It’s easy
to see how
AUBURN
CHESTER
might be
confused for
AUDUBON
CENTER
one exit down
running at
seventy
miles an hour
first thing in
the morning
RUNNING COMMENTARY
DIE YUPPIE SCUM
stuck on the bumper
of a speeding Mercedes
lacks conviction
or authenticity
especially with Maine license plates.
Coming on a battered pickup
let's say
there’s a different story.