(This feature is part of TRUCK’s Theme Issue on the List or Catalog Poem. You can go HERE for an Index of the Participating Poets.)
The Alchemical Kitchen
“Where is my hay? Where is my
benzoin? Where is my cypress? I knew I had to learn aromatherapy if I
couldn’t see a doctor for three years.”
Charlotte Mandell
My milk, my guru, my tea
Where is
my water, my heart, my bus
Where is my jelly, my mind
my boy, my warfleet, my gnome
my hope, my library, my Excedrine
Have you ever lost your phone?
Ever had one stolen?
Do you worry about these things?
What if you could get it back?
Here is the future you've been dreaming
about with ray guns, robot maids, unisex jumpsuits
Your appendix, your god, your
wilderness
Where is
my watershed, my country, my gigantic
bone machine
Where is
your treasure, your field, your body,
your sweet spot mileage
your god chord, your diaphragm, your
mouth and its cherries
Where is your rupture?
Where is
her hand going next?
Circe would destroy the world
Where is
her hair, her jealous sugar daddy,
her exact location
OH GOD WHERE IS HER SKIN
Her sense of proportion, her bra, her trapezoid fanfic
(a) What kind of
mirror is this?
(b) Where is her face
relative to the radius of curvature or focal length?
(c) What is the radius
of curvature of the mirror in cm?
Her wardrobe, her groom, her
cleverness, her stuff
Where is her room located, her
engagement ring, her grave
(The second form somewhat redundantly
and nonsensically asks about the location of a position)
(Use the arrow keys and the spacebar
to shoot)
Where is
his critical thinking, his glory, his
other sock
his birthmark, his attorney, his new
skin
his equivalent, his miracles, his
neck, his hometown
Where is his amputated arm
buried?
You can post anything from anywhere
But The Next Person Who Pisses In A
Bottle Is Fired
At what time in the summer do the
redwings disappear from the swamps?
Where do they gather in flocks?
Where is their special feeding
ground?
Their argument, their relationship, their
gold,
their spot, their warm debris
WHERE IS THEIR DUST AND WHY
Their evidence, their customer
service, their jungle
Their deceptively light-sounding
consensus
Where is their lament for the loss of
the Merchant in lightening at Pigeon Hole?
Where is their land?
Where is their ivory, their right of
rank ?
Where are their laborers and the
gardens they tended?
Centurians might be known Christians
standing breathless
as circus victims panic
stuck in Scream Arena butchery
55% of commuters drink Coca Cola
and/or Johnnie Walker Black Label and use AXE deodorant
35% drink Nescafe
You can tell them to use a certain
color bandage
made out of his laundry
to cure this disappointed picture
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