by Howie Good
I use the same lies everyone else uses.
If it isn’t anyone’s fault,
why are there cops everywhere,
dusting for fingerprints of broken things?
Oh, to get out of it
without too much suffering!
Birds we remember from last spring
are turned back at the border.
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Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of the full-length poetry collections Lovesick (Press Americana, 2009), Heart With a Dirty Windshield (BeWrite Books, 2010), and Everything Reminds Me of Me (Desperanto, 2011), as well as 26 print and digital poetry chapbooks. He has been nominated multiple times for the Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net and Web anthologies. He is a contributing editor to the online literary journal Common-Line, co-editor of the online nonfiction journal Left Hand Waving, and co-founder and -editor (with Dale Wisely) of the digital chapbook publisher White Knuckle Press. |
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