Driving State Route 641 on a Sunday Evening After the Reopening of Dairy Queen
The pancakes closed down
yesterday I’m not going to be
here forever beer cans blowing in the wind
she wanted rollerblades for her birthday
The peak of depression
The apogee of exhilaration
Ambassador of french fries
Pizza’s worst nightmare
We’d take the stairwell
instead of the elevator that’s
all very well but what
do you do in winter
Waiting to inhale
Home for theholidays
The air is just too
thick in this economy
You wanted change
but I kept wearing
the same clothes
for days on end
waxing suicidal
by the fireplace
of all places
Up on the rooftop
there’s still work to
be done we can’t
ignore it we can only
rely on our talents for so long
we can only hope
to get out of the house
it’s not healthy
to go out so much like
it’s going out of style
It’s hard to appreciate all
the levels when you
don’t know the original
Polishing your handgun
before bed sleeping with your
teeth under your pillow
many wholesome activities we can enjoy
Your absence was an inevitability
We are all grappling for meaning
when we really mean it
Your presence was felt everywhere and
not at all
Your career was in free fall there’s
no other way to put it
Of course impermanence never
lasts forever though we’re
certainly counting on it
Immortality never gets old except when
you’re misspelling your own name
It shouldn’t matter either way
Relishing the empty feeling of eating
a hot dog casting aspersions on your
collective bargaining agreement
I’ve lived in so many places all
over the world it’s a one-to-one
correspondence vermouth and
amaretto best friends forever maybe
he has nothing to measure with
Charmingly malignant couscous
is always nice talking
with you wouldn’t even offer
a receipt or your meal’s free
but who has time for that who
has the wherewithal to bear this embroidery
Doilies on parade
The declination of definition
Steak sandwich in buffalo
Bison burgers in syracuse
Come equipped for your mechanic
when your car breaks down and
no one can hear your indignation
The upholstery could use an update on the goings on about town
Autobiography of Bed
I don’t think I ever got the whole story
he lost his corduroy trousers in the amazon
devoured the entire lake festooned on
heroin overturned the buffet table
on the way to the dmv was that it.
The thesaurus was merciless last
night the brontosaurus represented himself
in court he was his own worst enemy.
This headband is one of a kind he
claimed you’ll never find another one like it.
Some people fall asleep with the tv on
some fall asleep with their pajamas
half awake their dreams inside out and their
pajamas over their headshalfway to bogota.
They must apologize for the lack of human
rights I have a weak constitution you must
excuse me haven’t had a smoothie in a week.
It’s only when you get a haircutin a foreign
language that you realize you’re truly hooked.
Fell asleep on the way to the car again couldn’t
remember where I was parked was justthinking
aloud in the park aren’t we forgetting something.
n8 heneghan
n8 heneghan is an independent scholar, poet, playwright, and punk rock drummer based in Seattle, WA. He received his PhD from the University of Southern California and has taught Japanese literature and culture at various institutions across the country. He plays in a band you’ve never heard of.