9/10/2017 0 Comments Poetry by Thomas FucaloroHow To Spoil Other People's Fun Again politics slow meaty flaps puffy white whimsi- cal-l me I get off at 9 and can get off again at 10. Strange how beautiful a drain is but not the bother I remember that lullaby the one you sold me and it was fuzzy but complete with out end. Did you dimple when the moon struck a chord often meant for connecting? Red plastic cups filled with identity shadow the night with ha-ha-bingo who's got the win- ning because the losing is boring me to wealth of ignorance deplorable yet dimpled. I couldn't wait to elephant explode all over bodies raw and unbrella'd let the ugh pour unto thee as I count the days this will take to remove the sake of me and only. Empathy is this balloon that only floats when someone has fallen asleep at the wheel, that steer in the direction meant for their personal loved ones breath drunk with habit empty and empath izing. (Title-George Carlin Book Club Series) Famous Bullshit Stories I remember this one time I became president for a day because aliens had taken over my body and made my outside layer of skin morph into an outside layer of someone else, doughy, pouty, wrinkled by the prosperity of more wrinkles and such word play like that will rub the streets raw as headlines dismay the proven we hyena waltz back to hotel rooms rubbing the sheets raw and I remember this one time you took over my body like aliens you removed me pretty quick giving me to someone else for their purpose is a dish best served with waffles and ice cream. (Title-George Carlin the Book Club) Caring For The Seated Sometimes the stand isn't worth the cushion it's rising from. Upright bass pluck your shoulders-spine to your irreverence for bent things you yarn a knit into consciousness and the surgeons laugh because they have no hands and then you laugh because you have no spine and bent behaviors on how backward forward should go. You are not a patient just a passerby incision for your hands to hold. Now you’re in the supermarket, half wound open, lettuce a shopping cart full of plums while you eat you become the surgeon, ripping apart this upright bass, carving a boat, swimming in the laugh- ter it's rising against. (Title-George Carlin Book Club Series) Bio: Thomas Fucaloro is the author of two books of poetry published by Three Rooms Press, most recently It Starts from the Belly and Blooms, which received rave reviews. The winner of a performance grant from the Staten Island Council of the Arts and the NYC Department of Cultural Affairs, he has been on three national slam teams. He holds an MFA in creative writing from the New School and is a cofounding editor of Great Weather for Media and NYSAI press. He is a writing coordinator at the Harlem Children’s Zone and lives in Staten Island. His new book, Depression Cupcakes takes a look at mental illness through the eyes of Ars Poetica.
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