Thomas Piekarski






Hardly Working

     Palomino, jetlag, nanosphere,
invisible equity, surround sound,
                     peaceful lake, China doll.

Loads of huge arachnids swarm
from a hot seabed, populate the land.

He went over to his mailbox,
found it stuffed with glossy ads
because companies make products
despite lack of demand.

Picture yourself cruising down the highway
and you see a nuclear plant
close to the road,
a sitting duck
for any terrorist wielding a bazooka.

Meanwhile, inside the midtown church
brilliant stained glass windows drip
tears of blue, red, yellow and green.
If we could bottle it, boy would it sell!

Los pericos duermen en mi cerebro.

Shake roofs curl and split
in the hot summer sun.

The kitten rolls, joyful,
on a freshly watered lawn.

And at Cal Expo a newborn calf cries out,
struggles to get up, wobbles, stands!

There is wet paint on the theater walls--
were amped, anticipating the sequel of
Eleven ton Samson walks on the Red River.

Los pericos duermen en mi cerebro.

Holy water, flight delay, Mickey Mantle,
Big Bang supposed, double cappuccino,
teeth unbrushed, useable plot.

If I dont care about a balanced budget
does that make me a Communist?

As Im stopped at a traffic signal
a surveillance camera films me.
I smile at the bus driver to my left;
hes staring straight ahead.

I can do the splits, and cartwheel
across my patio, but I dont think
I can perfect the Moonwalk.

Master of the artillery assault at Verdun.
Mastering my day, tallying when its done.

That horse should have taken
the hurdle into account
rather than toppling headlong.

I forgot my letter opener in the cab;
thats why I didnt read your poems.

He sliced himself climbing
the barbwire fence in his escape
from the gravity of Taco Bells and Buicks.
In doing so he gained
a special appreciation
for Daniel Boone, the bold
mountain man who led many families
through the dangerous Cumberland Gap.
For him wilderness meant independence
despite the likes of Indians and grizzlies.

That palomino now, please, and a racing saddle.

Los pericos duermen en mi cerebro.






Pantagruel

At Avenue of the Giants there is a hole cut in
The base of a redwood that cars drive through.

Three quarters of the way up the Eiffel Tower
Is a restaurant where Id like a filet mignon.

When I watched Cosmo Topper baffled over his
Inability to see the invisible I merely guffawed
 




Copyright  Thomas Piekarski 2013

 

Thomas Piekarski is a former editor of the California State Poetry Quarterly. His theater and restaurant reviews have been published in various newspapers, with poetry and interviews appearing in numerous national journals, among them Portland Review, Main Street Rag, Kestrel, Scarlet Literary Magazine, Cream City Review, Nimrod, Penny Ante Feud, New Plains Review, Poetry Quarterly, The Muse-an International Journal of Poetry, and Clockhouse Review. He has published a travel guide, Best Choices In Northern California, and Time Lines, a book of poems. He lives in Marina, California.