it’s just a ride

centennial of daily specials
czech pilsner full-pour
a dull illness thought better
exponential direction adventure
keep adding to it more of it faster
sending horse stealers to Australia
playing professional football in Paris
the same game in different languages
centennial of daily specials
boring anything lacks imagination
a dull illness thought better
burying some form of yourself
as far as scars go it’s utmost polished
he has spike weeks he’s wallowing swallowing
slumped on a high-end queen-sized air mattress
saying we to the moonwalkers
this is my candy my convenient attitude
jerkin’ it in an airport bathroom
the same game in different languages
exponential direction adventure
keep adding to it more if it faster
chewed-up wires and holes on fire
imagine fear of a ladder
the bottom of my backpack
czech pilsner full-pour
I become melted this is my candy
as far as scars go it’s utmost polished
volatile as a dog’s tail
boring anything lacks imagination
my dramatic allergy my load management
inelasticity of the last experience
in that strike zone between the knees
to think we matter more than birds
burying some form of yourself
exponential direction adventure
keep adding to it more of it faster
saying we to the moonwalkers
this is my candy my convenient attitude
wave like home, fun makes awful awesome

Jonathan Focht’s work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in the Literary Review of Canada, The Malahat Review, Bear Review, Contemporary Verse 2, and elsewhere. He lives in Northern Ontario, Canada.