Graeme Bezanson
ALL MY FRIENDS FROM EXETER WENT TO HARVARD |
The party lasted years
And I blacked out afterwards Our leadership problem Is an alcohol problem It might not be worth Discussing the preceding Eight or nine semesters The passenger jets Descending and rising The righteous swish-thunk Of a passport officer’s Stamping thing The bottled water I was gifted And the lucky medallions Everyone had pinned Inside their underwear I’m assuming You can probably see Where I’m headed with this To the beach by the light of A surplus of stars There once was a wide white Alcohol problem But I’m here for you now I’m here for you saying dreams Are still possible and did you Want this door Open or closed My finger skims The seamless Foxconn assemblage Once I had A callous so hard That iPads refused To read it I got it by Furiously flipping through JCrew catalogs Looking for some news From the future of White people The grapes at Whole Foods Taste better And are better I left two perfect limes And the lights on When I gave in and started walking Into the edge Of the long night That might not be Worth discussing Shadowy lawns leaned to One side and the other There were these slow- Blinking airplanes Tracing the pathway You can follow me On social media Where I’m unconscious And advancing like a futuristic Crew of roughnecks Suspended in sleep While their ship Whooshes along through Terrifying space I think I’ve been here Before but then Everyone’s internet Is a different Leadership problem Can I ignore This beeping or will it Go on beeping forever Here in my garage Just bought this new 2016 Lamborghini It’s fun to drive Up here in the Hollywood Hills It’s beeping up here And futuristic But you know what I like A lot more than this new 2016 Lamborghini My Ted Talk where I Talk about this new 2016 Lamborghini In fact the real reason I keep these new 2016 Lamborghinis Is that they are a reminder That dreams are still possible It’s like my Ted Talk Always says The more you earn The more you drive up here In the future In the Hollywood Hills |
Corsage Deluxe
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In the springtime we are continually
falling out of our dresses the grapevines overtaking the wisteria bright-colored balloons always insinuating themselves into the marshmellowy sky The Victorians painted in pairs on the great lawns of the Holocene Sometimes a hawk streaks through the corner of their pictures * Just let me iron my sling and then I’m good to go Just let me stop by the garage and tell the boss I quit |
GRAEME BEZANSON's poems have recently appeared in BOMB, Sink Review, and Sixth Finch. His new chapbook, Eclogues, is downloadable from H_NGM_N. He lives in France.
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