An Unglued Genus

There were these two breeders
where two adversaries
housing enough nausea
to create rivers
should’ve been.
There was their male offspring
where a penile urge
shrinking from aspirin,
lemon juice
and a frigorific-frostbiting shower
should’ve been.
There was his girlfriend
where a murderess
with riggers tape, ropes
and serrated blades
should’ve been.
There was their son
where a refuse-dining roach
found on a garbage pail
amidst other trash-tasting insects
should’ve been.
There was that father’s poem
where Cymbalta, Lithium,
Seroquel, Thorozine
or Valium
should’ve been.
There was that father’s poem
where Medicaid’s
aphorism-sharing therapist
should’ve been.

 

"The Couple" © Bob McNeil

“The Couple” © Bob McNeil

 

Bob McNeil is a writer, spoken word artist and illustrator of some modest renown. Influenced by the Dadaists and Beat Movement, he attempts to address the needs of our human mosaic.

 

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