Mark DeCarteret
Two Poems
3 Amusement Park Rides
The Amateur’s GripeCrappy titles,
poet laureates—
the world’s full of ’em.A Muse (Oneself)
I produced a frayed cord
from the back of the doll—
GET TO WORK YOU BASTARD!Poem-a-Whirl
On the last loop
a speck of the universe
lodges in my eye.4 Herbal Teas
Temple of Peace
I entered once
just to drop off
a package.Life Force
Sometimes I even pray
sitting on the toilet—I won’t go
into specifics.Inner Drive
Seeking salvation
I take the Pope-
mobile for a spin.New Dawn
I’ve stopped losing my hair.
I’m surrounded by women.
What gives holy wheel?
