Zan de Parry

REQUIEM

Why is it always so charming,
bird's wedge in the sky?
And why do exactly birds fly in this wedge?
And at the ends of the wedge is the weakest,
and at the top is the leader?
I work for a fat man called “Pepper”.
I read in his 1,001 Jokes book 
that a woman must not only serve
coffee to her man in the morning,
but a hot, clay newspaper.
Country life has its peculiarities
but a dog on a chain is very sad.
Although, darling, I’ll tell you…
this doggy on the chain by the weigh station
can’t think so well.

I DELIGHT IN YOU

When my girlfriend asks, 
“Are you an idiot?”
a cigarette unexpectedly 
grows in my mouth.
My eye twitches,
I fell asleep on the balcony doorstep,
large pigeon 
staring from a paint lid.
How arrogant, I think, from your power-line.
Yesterday, after a long break, 
I visited a gym.
I got a big discount
because while waiting for a treadmill
I mopped all the floors.

YOU ARE MY DARLING
for Hamburger Lady

Glands under latex sap of lime,
angles palm by contrast grants
candid grace for tempered kind.
I fall to my knees. 
You have some pretty feet.
One look at your toes
and my cardiogram improves.
What, tell me, yummy should mean for this cannibal?
If kept in prison for 20 years?
The pig in the barn IN THE NET.
I N T H E N E T. 
Under the sun and home on pumpkins.

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Zan de Parry wrote Cold Dogs (The Song Cave, 2024) and lives in Ypsilanti.