I.
I found religion
between a phone number
and a little poem about feces
at three am
in a truck stop bathroom
I've forgotten the poem
and the phone number is
"incorrect as dialed"
II.
Our contraceptives are free
at the campus heath center
They say
after all
that love
is free
But let me tell you what isn't-
Rice
Shelter
Freedom (yes America, freedom with a capital F)
Oil
Oh Freedom
Tell me what it is again
My tax dollars well spent
on your speeding ticket waiver
as you speed towards capital hill
You're welcome.
III.
Cracked paint
and
defacing public
property
IV.
Cold air floats
fast
furious
My fingers are cold at the tips
but my tongue is warm
with burning smoke
I'd hate to sleep outside
V.
He said the end is coming
I believe him
I believe Him.
The man has street
grime crudding up
his clothes
are soft-
Elijah is coming.
VI.
Elijah came.
VII.
Spare time and spare change
fill my pockets.
VIII.
I'm mad to live like old Jack said
but then I saw a man
who was mad
and wanted to live normally
IX.
So?
Wesley Scott McMasters holds a B.A. from Penn State and is currently pursuing an M.A. in literature at the University of Maine. Mostly writing critical work and essays, poetry and fiction writing serve as yet another way for him to lose sleep while wandering among the moose in the far reaches of the northern part of the country.
