Delinkwet
It's Best With Fuzzy Pictures
Written after I saw the word “delinquent” misspelled on the wall of a bathroom stall like a calling card.
Delinkwet
07/28/2006
by David C. RobersonDelinkwet panderings so far uncouth like a fat man sweltering in a movie ticket booth smells rotten to a childish snoop who listens with dead fingers. Forewarn girls in halter tops– tanned and oiled in bikini shops with jiggling parts that shake and flop –of men with growing urges. Telltale signs of my end times while your life flashes before my eyes with view-master quality on the slides. It’s best with fuzzy pictures. The reel will jam mid-ecstacy, melting paltry plastic glee. Each click a warped atrocity that laughs in jerks and dimming. Protect the kids from sins they seek, and those unsought from callous creeps. Signals from the future shriek, but we’re still looking backwards. Relish retreat when Nature calls, look up to see the signal scrawled. A portent of our future’s fall: “Delinkwet” etched in stall.
I see people say all the time that “poetry that rhymes is dead”. I always disagree. This reads like a song, it tells a story, but I can tell you didn’t choose just any word that rhymed. I liked this a whole lot.