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Three Poems
by Jonah Winter

Ah Foolish Grin . . .

Betty burped in the burbling birdatory.
Alliteration! Alliteration!
(Single file, the little Injuns
marched out of the burning classroom.)

There’s that “b” consonant again.
Just when you thought you’d snuck on board
with the luggage –
Agh! Get away from me!

B is for bathroom – home of the toilet.
B is for bedsheet – better not soil it.
B is for bowdered bilk – what, chgotta cold?
B is for dentist, and refrigerator, and Hindu.

The Insanity Test

What’s the capital of Minnesota?
St. Paul.
Who invented the light bulb?
Thomas Edison.
What size shoe do you wear?
8.
Okay. Count from 15 to 25.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen—
All right that’s enough. Does God exist?
Uhmmmmmm…yes?
Are you sure?
No.
Hmmmmmmmm….

HEY SARGE!

I Saw a Big Huge Duck

Babaganoushed into the 4th dimension,
lapped up on the shores of God’s consciousness,
undone by a smile—
“Wow!”
said the black swan, gliding towards its own secret
                                                           infinity,
“Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the 2-bedroom house
on the edge of an unheard-of town
somewhere in North Dakota.”
At night,
wolves will gather in the forest’s deeper shadow,
loggers will unbutton their shirts,
open up a six of Coors—
“Coach Winter?” said the idea of eternity
struggling to grasp its corporeal ramifications—
“just where is this house?”