society is like a head

society is like a head
but a head too
thick to
understand.
your head says no, this poem
is a lie. your head
goes rattling down
the same old track
goes clickety-clack
spewing practiced
calculations at the sun and the ants.
your head has
it all
figured out.

i go out in the world, i see
all heads smiling
in their glass
cases, breathing their
special
rarefied air.
that’s why we have kids and dogs and jesus—
to smash all the cases

* * *

now i’m yours
you sweet minx
now i belong
to your curves

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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