Salmon Poetry

Blind Date

Ask yourself whether you are crying because

it is always raining in the vicinity of the library

or because there is a very scary allegory of torment

staggering out of the bar and heading for you

I wish you didn’t feel compelled to spray everyone

at the gallery with the aerosol version of Wordworth’s

Prelude or pixelate their emotions into tiny red balloons

of melancholia, which you know causes weight gain

My ungratefulness is as big as one impossible parking space

on Saturday night when we detonate the metaphor just for laughs

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