MY DEATH SAT BESIDE THE POOL
By John McKernan



In a rocking chair Smoking a bong

Touching his latest tattoo



Hissing Then spitting phoenix feathers

& moldy unicorn barbecue ribs

Into green algae water He kept



Sipping wine glasses

Of his own green blood

I sure am glad I whispered

That you changed your sex



I used to love you

Your long blonde curly hair

Your breasts with their perky nipples

Your other voice & transparent swim suit

With its perfect imitation of water



Now All I can do is scream


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John McKernan is now a retired comma herder He lives – mostly – in West Virginia where he edits ABZ Press His most recent book is a selected poems Resurrection of the Dust He specialized in depleted semicolons and the repair and recovery of derelict exclamation points.