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Daily(ish) poem → 00309 ◊ You Still In Dumbstay? ◊ Michael Gizzi
You Still In Dumbstay?
Turrets in specimen jars
turn up in a Hindu’s pajamas
frogs chirp in the linoleum
and here proceeds a sad
stream from sanitorium
spittoon flowers making depositions
to bondo your memoirs
so long as you don’t end up
some kind of montage you
to a fault floundering over
primate condiments and
serpent extracts in the pantry
the whelk of your brakes panting
for a more vernacular brandy
why’s the faith healer staring
at the wax on my furniture
why am I here in my PJs
not playing with a full deck
thinking of a Spanish explorer
while the dirigible across
the examining table calling out
pet names downloads my
stomach he knows exactly
what makes the world go ‘round
think I’ll send him a bomb for Easter
—Michael Gizzi
—found in My Terza Rima (2001)