Against Music for the Day

After Elizabeth Alexander

Flat tires breed
ruined spokesmen.

This is the new
problem grammar.

Three sentences
in three days.

My ears are
leaving me slowly.

A car sits waiting,
the driver a ghast.

His hands are black
and leave marks

wherever he puts them
which is all over.

Drums are unable
to contact.

Nor is all the
splattered paint.

Beneath the table
my legs clamp together.

On your computer
the fans stay quiet.

Go outside your
bedroom and sit.

Slice open a banana
with one hand.

Choose to shake
your head slowly.

My mother's in Poland,
who knows the others?

I sit like a hit man
crushing glue.

I sit like a
person of the door.

You must be
hungry by now.

Go eat a bagel, or
a Carborundum.