There should be a holiday for all the dumb-dumbs
the nit-wits, nincompoops, and harlots,
half-pints and hiccups—
turned full pints, business executives,
pilots, and professors.
One day for the re-construed connoisseurs of guffaw
And how about a holiday from the hangovers?
From the hang nails and further cavalier trifles
pinched at the steaming corners of all
Let’s take a week
for those common American monsters
who fluff couch pillows on Christmas Eve
before the tree lights go dim,
long after half siblings
and step-parents cast themselves upstairs.
There should be a holiday for all the scarves dropped
on train tracks,
a day for bent tickets
as they scour down from the platform
and fetch a baby blue
Father’s Day accolade.
from that worst kind of racism, the dull rub
of when it’s just too hard to tell. Holiday
from the tin roll
of trolling earbuds, a shivering zip up
the escalator ricochet—
exhale into Ft. Totten’s red line midnight transfer chill.
A day off for Batman, for Oprah, for the blue pulse
of wall socket volts, a vacation for the ball players
and the varicose veins.
And for Atlas, who
on the first day of March
like a six pack, dusted in the sun’s orange evening shade.
I recommend a mental health day
for fitness trainers
exhumed from the coughing hulk of once leviable
Houston bodies, juggling night classes on Nabokov and tax law.
Slack skinned Saturday night gargoyle like a wing
over Georgetown libraries.
Take flight, take care to do no wondering
and just stare. Leave the cupboards bare and the car horns dead,
especially if the turn sharpens up ahead.
For the teachers who bartend,
the students who strip,
the plaster on the terrace
of a Disney cruise ship. For the unsolved murders
to the nose on your face. For god sakes
take the day.
Just as a side note
I’m finding the ending pretty cheesy.
I’m shooting for poem aimed at those of us
who have changed our lives and worked hard,
but now deserve a little relaxation… a break from the world.
Any suggestions would be appreciated