Thursday, January 31, 2013

Two Poems by Steve Klepetar

I fool around with a penny I find heads up in the springtime mud

Lincoln's lugubrious profile stamped in copper (or what used to be copper) D 2011
it's raining I rub off the mud with my thumb then scrape the hard bits with my nail
dirt crusting beneath the cloudy crescent like a small bulb of blood I press the coin
to my palm I try to spin it on my desk but it fall over every time it smells like
metal and sweat and mud I remember kicking penny field goals through my buddies' joined
index fingers in Junior High watching the penny hit a chair on the way down
to the floor, rolling on one edge until we were all sent to the principal's office for what
was then a major disturbance (oh if they only knew how lucky they were) I wonder
what it would feel like on my eyes that little weight pressing down the tender eyelid almost
aching at the pressure the worrying eye cowering beneath its little blanket of flesh


Sitting Pretty on the Day Shift


Despite the headache tunneling through your skull,
despite the boredom and the dust

you can laugh with the best of them. We woke
you up an hour ago and since then almost nothing

broke, caught fire or got meshed up in the gears.
Listen to the music pouring through speakers

from every side – such a howl of violins and horns!
When the ladies dance in their fur caps

even the foreman taps his heels. That could be a dance
of joy but for the little hop of pain every third beat.

"Don’t quote me on this,” the river man says,
"but I’ve been told there’s legislation
in the works." "Never watch the news,” you say,
“not since Huntley and Brinkley got divorced.

“So what do you do for laughs?” he asks,
a snarl nailed to his dry lips. “That’s why I work here
my love,” you say and kiss him softly on the
forehead, right where the third eye is rooted to his brain.

Steve Klepetar’s work has received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Flutter Press has recently published his chapbooks “My Father Teaches Me a Magic Word,” and “My Father Had Another Eye.”

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