Jeffrey McDaniel

Rookie (1967 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

Technology - Poem by Jeffrey McDaniel

The sinks dishes are the sinks problem
as I ooh and aah at the complexity of balance
implicit to keep the structure: eight glasses, thirteen
bowls, a valley of forks, intact, while I run
hot water over a knife for my onion.

There's a science to the bathtub's archipelago
of grunge colonies that's necessary to America.
My toothbrush is the pin keeping Detroit from collapse.
No, I can't cut my fingernails and risk
re-ordering the universe's distribution of atoms, mass,
stars popping like light bulbs.

And this new, improved imaginary lover - her whiplash
parabola of tongue snaps sandpaper over spine. Yeah,
in thirteen seconds of pure logic I boomerang
to the future and return as a glimpse.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 14, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 14, 2008


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