portion of the artwork for Jay Sizemore's poetry

memes, facebook poem #20
Jay Sizemore

If you’re a genius think of a word
that starts with the letter “a” and ends with
“a murder of crows sharing the plight of women.”
Do you know me?
Do you know me?
Let me suckle your breast like a newborn,
Iím as lost as a coffee stained shirt
between Sunday theory and a beefcake heart.

A mastodon sits on the throne
like a memory of mother’s shampoo.
A wasp buzzes out a bestseller,
double rainbow mountain jam.
Deconstructing a swimming pool,
she loves Jesus and potato salad.
Do I know you?
Do I know you?

Anachronism wishes to show the world
how it felt to live covered in mud,
how it felt to burn plague-ridden bodies,
with the joy of swinging a sword.
Painting artwork on condemned houses,
there’s a cat on this keyboard.

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 45 | Spring 2015