Thursday, September 3, 2015

"Salivating Away Tension" by K.J. Hannah Greenberg

I.
TMJ aches across my jaw, while
My tongue lolls among roustabouts.
The sun’s unevenly fallen to shadows,
Where .50 caliber cartridges loop shoulder-belts.
Racked teeth roll clockwise, then back, as
Saliva shoots, leaks, again, during mud season.
Individuals, bent on destroying UFO sightings,
Hint at saltwater crocodiles, court local loutishness.
Sibilance of poverty, racial hatred, maybe
Produces spans of random Lukumi visitations.
Good girls slip away, shake heads, thumb home;
Everyone else employs violent language, achieves rot.
In separating from smarmy YouTube stills,
We forget kibble, overlook fashioning congeniality.
Narrow ways, even now, make lane changes challenging,
Rough up commuters intent on fumbling into ordered lines.
Additionally, resources available to middle-aged
Parents, won’t account for creative, alternate activities,
Increased vocabulary in healing skills, marzipan body parts,
Mortgages on plumbers’ vacation condos, swarms of mental critters.


II.
No matter the resolute apologies,
Chasing adolescents to college is stupid.
Hacking Iphones, too, like fixing keyboards,
Brings only sophomoric gestures, faux gold leaf.
Theatre crew parties, alternatively,
Riotous urban glitter, hand built flower pots,
Literary works gummed up with unnatural modesty,
Glum envisionings, snails, become “correct,” not popular.
Supplementary problems, beyond street level, past
The guy with his hand out, the rabbit hole, the maze,
Concerning denizens familiar with varangians, often stop
Along with shields deflecting unwelcomed, semiprivate reviews.
Allegedly, folks in cahoots with Mirandized
Rodents lynch journalists, buy dangerous curricula,
Sprinkle entire episodes of NGO field agents, kiss pit bulls,
Shred sports coaches, share youth villages, & twiddle nose hair.
Scholarship could compensate tension after
Juicy jowls silence some sorts of reptilian hatchlings.
Until such time, indicated chamberlains’ frustrated attempts
To gather bits fallen against kin, at best, get spat or licked away.





KJ Hannah Greenberg is the author of more than a dozen books. Her writing has received National Endowment for the Humanities funding and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, the Million Writers Award, and The Best of the Net.Hannah's newest books are: The Immediacy of Emotional Kerfuffles, 2nd ed. (Bards and Sages Publishing, 2015), andDancing with Hedgehogs, (Fowlpox Press, 2014). Hannah lives and creates in Jerusalem.

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