Peter A. Weinberg – Poetry

In this fiery world
   everything burns

   What did we leave back there?

As furry mammals, we sleep together
   and love to touch

   The mean anorexic ex-alcoholic

The deity has a perplexing fondness

   Lacks the only thing in life
      she really loves

for beetles

Something left back in time
   that we can’t bear to lose

   No truth,
      just moments of clarity

“When do you finally learn to play this thing?”
      “Never...”

   For a good meal I favor the agreeable
      over the wise,
   in bed, the beautiful instead of...

“Some days it feels pretty good”

   He didn’t expect much better
      from this world

My death’s always a scene with one character
      I start to choke...

   I think about their faces, their bearing, how they
      walked, what they wore

The wretched mouth words of defiance

   Let’s not say goodbye
      There’s more heartbreak than comfort in that

There must be some drug for me

   Mom drank celray tonic
      I used to think

Maybe you’re the drug for me

      she’s the only one who does

-April 25, 2010-