Santa Smiles; It's Easter

for Yeshua

There’s a cloud orgy coming in from the North.
Priapist repression junkies rolling in from the South.

No one talks about the guy
who took up sloppy-seconds residence; this time
the boulder stayed put.

Parents are telling their kids
to keep a plate of Peeps
out on the diningroom table

for when the Son of … (not sure; God refused to submit to a DNA test)
figures his way around, down
through somehow, the closed flue to

his favourite Chosen pastime:
bearing witness
to the reverse Shrinky Dink
in the microwave—

and smiles the smile
that can only mean:

Apostles ain’t worth the sugarcubes they stand on.

poetry links

bobbie (Baltimore City Paper)

Baltimore Writer's Project

Our Truth

Random House contest

poem by Omar Shapli

to be published in his upcoming book: The General Is Asked His Opinion and other sad songs 2002–2005, to be published by twentythreebooks soon.

BARRIER

when I was a lockeyed nine or ten and utterly
innocent of rabelais I marvelled at a circus
gorilla named gargantua he was big and he was
dark and when he curled his nostrils it was
hard not to hang onto the edge of the bench and I
finally put it to my mother reluctant as always to
put anything to my mother why does he not
splinter those bars with a sweep of his thumb
and wander off through the nickelaride subway
to pelham bay park for a picnic and a soda

well maybe she said just maybe he thinks it’s
we who are locked away all safe and sound and it’s
his great good fortune that we have yet to
crack the myth and be upon him

© 2006 Omar Shapli

and you can quote me on that

for William B.

If the doors at Home Depot
were all purchased
everything would appear as it is:

insulated.

welcome to my poetry blog

In my ever increasing need for exposure, this will be the repository of my poems, or poans, or pomes, or whatever I'm calling them this week; well, this week, and perhaps forevermore, they will simply be: languagedoodles.

Enjoy.

(the)Doug