Wall Mounted Heat Pump Pigeon Roost

Lori’s two bedroom apartment
belongs to her since she owns the building.

It is fully furnished
with a cherry wood dining table

that never seats six
let alone eight with the extension.

Each Friday she purchases
a half dozen bagels.

She places lox on the bagels
with a smear of cream cheese.

Her bedroom is right out of a style magazine
that specializes in wood furniture.

Monday nights she hears the poetry
at the cafe’s open mic

from her bed above the performance.
She listens until the slam winner is announced.

Her other bedroom is two large screens
attached to mega-computers

and three bookcases of technical manuals
trouble shooting and coding books.

She secretly owns half the houses on the block
unaware she is the feared gentrifier.

copyright © 2023 Kenneth P. Gurney

Brilliant As A Twenty Watt Bulb

Paul sailed a crisp piece of toast
over a Land-O-Lakes sea,
stormed the Normandy kitchens
with a hollow handle master butter knife
and a jar of orange marmalade.

He navigated dime novels
and prestidigitators’ misdirections
to bring you a high wire
newspaper headline
from below the fold.

Paul stood on one leg,
while he revealed
he replaced his stomach
with an unknotted birdcage,
a rainbow plumed parakeet on the swing.

The bird consumed nuggets
of traumatized wisdom passed down
from midnight voices heard
at the edge of dreams
and the clicks of opening pistachio shells.

Paul sat on the dictionary
hatching new words
the likes of which would label him
brilliant as a twenty watt bulb
instead of crazy like a lox smear on a bagel.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney