
Three Poems

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Cletus Crow
Wrong Ear
Instead of wax
the doctor extracts
a ruby
from my left hole
that’s been there
I don’t know how long.
“No diamonds.”
He probes my right
and is almost blinded.
❊
Abusive Football Players
I need to hurt
my prefrontal cortex
so if I hurt people
there’s a scientific explanation
other than being pissed off
which I already am
but my prefrontal cortex is fine.
❊
Unexploded Bomb
corn dog coagulates
as chili fries fester
with my melty favorite
mega soft pretzel
doused cheese sauce
the color of pluto
while we wait in line
for space mountain
Cletus Crow is mostly a poet.
