four poems

by Maceo Nightingale



MERRY CHRISTMAS WOODEN PIG

 

Schizophrenics ran around a grass field,

Take off your helmet and suck the quarterback’s foot.

Sweaty ingrown toenails grew above buildings

Leather football got tossed into goth hands,

Blood leaked out the glove compartment

 

And berries on the tree

lead the mind into a blue alley,

A cat crawled along the bones

of a dead Vietnam veteran,

Worms slithered through broken kneecaps.

Another boy saw the light of

day running through a beat down

strip club, danced

for a dollar in return for

half cooked philosophy.

 

Take the lady with a penis

Over the gentleman wearing expensive clothes

And the night sky rumbled from the

dog tail of the shrimp.

The perverts want the hand in marriage

But the ring doesn’t fit the condom.

Say goodbye to the baby shooting

turtle juice into the veins

And the parents complained

about a can of beans and cat food.




SOUR CREAM SHOWER

 

The cat crawled into the toilet, balloon from outer space

And rain drops creeped through the pink window.

Sat on the couch, clipped toenails

Feet smelled like Gloria’s hands on a Friday night.

Pubic hairs in a shoebox,

Scrolled through dating apps, head shoved down a blender

And the cat crawled out of the toilet

Walked by the beach, hoped for sour cream showers

And a pistol tucked below the waist.

 

The fat nose of wood,

boogers dripped passionately

With a mouth full of butter and

A misogynist reading feminist magazines.

Say goodbye to the days of apathy,

The trees on the leaf grew kindly

To bring him down is impossible,

He wept for nothing.

 

Who is to blame when technology makes

your hands shrink to dead ants

And a lady sang the blues of comparison.

Stood up from the couch,

stuck a finger up the crack and licked a lollipop.

Gumdrop of doom’s silver mask,

Chopped up samples with green hands.





VIVA LA SCHIZOPHRENIA 

 

Naked body, shower ran on wheels

Ate a bowl of nose eye cereal,

Rubbed milk into long curly hair

Till the hot water poured down

Blind people played cards.

Stole grandpas credit card,

Bought a new pair of squeaky

 strawberry

                  shoes.

                                               

Walked from Coach Sarafian Avenue

To the bright lights of Viva La Schizophrenia.

Tall midget drank water, unzipped blueberry pants

And the stinky feet sniffed by the nose of death.

Black toes curled up on the bed

A hand rested on the skinny thigh

Bananas sold at the rinky dink market.

 

The elephants nuts sliced off, bloody knife,

Mental hospital screamed at an unpaid lawyer.

First thing to do with that money

is get a nice bag of peanuts

and eat them   

                    in an Italian restaurant.

Guacamole and a man named Susan

Goth tattoos covered the hairy leg

And long brown hair curled to the sea.

Boat sailed to the ocean of rubber fish

12 rounds in the ring with a straight man,

By the end of a fight, a gay man.





GODDESS OF SHRIMP CITY

 

7 foot tall, long purple hair flowed down to the ground.

The goddess of shrimp city walked the streets

on wooden high heels,

Picked up a rich real estate agent

and stuffed him into her purse

And a psych ward saxophone creeped

up on yellow taxi cabs.

A night stroll through the park,

Dreams of becoming a pro wrestler

turned to eating shrimp tacos.

Sat on a bench and threw peanuts at elephants,

Wee small children rolled by on skateboards

And a gambling addict jumped out the apartment

window and fell face first into the casino’s bathroom.

 

Tinkering tits of gold struck the clock

Victimizing oneself makes depression

swallow the mind at midnight

And the goddess of shrimp city

danced in a club with corkscrew bananas.

Purple hair stuck out the cracked door,

Security guards checked for fake IDs.

Fake mustache and black wig,

Nose clogged with hairs.

Glass of vampire blood for

a sword swallower.




Photo of Maceo Nightingale

BIO: Maceo Nightingale lives in California with his pet fish.

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