Anti- » Rob MacDonald Poetry http://anti-poetry.com An online journal of poetry Sun, 05 Feb 2012 06:16:37 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 en hourly 1 Confession Cam http://anti-poetry.com/macdonaldro1/ http://anti-poetry.com/macdonaldro1/#comments Wed, 03 Feb 2010 17:57:21 +0000 Steve http://anti-poetry.com/?p=929 You can give a monkey a manicure,
but it still won’t order steak tartar.
I should know.
If reality television
taught me anything,
it taught me
arithmetic.
Or spelling.
I must have learned something.
They weighed me.
They gave me the home edition.

]]> http://anti-poetry.com/macdonaldro1/feed/ 0 Earn http://anti-poetry.com/macdonaldro2/ http://anti-poetry.com/macdonaldro2/#comments Wed, 03 Feb 2010 17:56:21 +0000 Steve http://anti-poetry.com/?p=927 I stay thirsty
by holding a water bottle
an inch from my lips.

When rain begins to fall,
I know enough
to bite my tongue.

The camel, viewed from
the perfect angle,
is a graceful animal.

In a serious game
of Scrabble, don’t use
an S impulsively.

A shock of cartoon
lightning strikes me
mid-rain, mid-game,

before I can earn
any points
for spelling QUENCH.

]]> http://anti-poetry.com/macdonaldro2/feed/ 0 Super Vision http://anti-poetry.com/macdonaldro3/ http://anti-poetry.com/macdonaldro3/#comments Wed, 03 Feb 2010 17:55:22 +0000 Steve http://anti-poetry.com/?p=925 I need super vision.
Then, when I see
what you’re up to,
I’ll do something
truly terrible.
They’ll lock me up,
and I’ll lift weights
and learn Italian
and train pigeons.
I’ll have a punch called
“The Widowmakermaker.”
When the guards
aren’t watching,
I’ll stare at the cell wall
until it melts.
I’ll stare at the whole world
until it rewinds.

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