4 Poems by
Joseph Lisowski
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LIKE BEING MARRIED
Whadda I gotta say that's okay?
That's whadda I wanna know.
I keep puttin' my foot ina my mouth.
Been happenin' so much,
I figure I'm gettin' set up.
I mean I never start a conversation.
But people's always talkin' at me.
There's this an' that,
an' whaddya think, huh?
It's like I gotta say somethin'.
When I do--wrong! Duh. Big surprise.
It happens alla time.
ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT
Maybe I oughta steal a TV--
no way I can buy one.
But how, huh? You can't
just put one down your pants
an' walk outa the store.
Yeah, right. Everybody's got one.
Just wait till some neighbor ain't home.
Break a window, go in,
pray there ain't no dogs.
But I can't do that.
It's my neighborhood, fahcrissake.
So where does that leave me?
Stake out some place somewhere else?
Break in, grab a set,
then wait for a bus?
I mean it's dark too long.
Outside is cold. An' people
ain't home from work yet.
I mean I'm inside, an' it's cold.
I look outa the window, an' it's worse.
NO SUNSHINE
The sun don't sun no more.
The bad part is, I just noticed.
It's been what? Weeks? Months? I dunno.
Sure, I mean there's light.
It ain't always dark.
But there's no brightness.
An' I thinkin' of my dad
who's been dead 35 years.
He taught me somethin' way back when:
there ain't no sunshine when you're gone.
ALIEN NATION
"I don't know why I love you
like I do, but I just do . . . ."
I can't remember nothin' else--
words, who sings it, why.
The song is just stickin' ina my head.
Either way, it ain't about me.
Tunes, I guess, is in the air.
One or another buzzin' ina your ear
like a flea or a gnat.
Can't seem to get rid of it.
An' they's always ones
you don't hear ona radio no more.
Maybe back in '57 one of them Martians
planted a crystal set ina my head.
Maybe I'm time travelin'
'cept I don't know where I been.
Or most times am.
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