3 Poems by Cletus Crow

SEASONAL ALLERGIES

Asshole arborists 
mostly plant male trees. 
Population management:
because life can’t happen
without paper work.
The trees are horny.
They pollinate my eyes. 
Yellow cum covers my car
and everything else.
Someone drew a smiley face 
on the windshield.
Someone drew a penis.
Someone wrote “I love you”
on both headlights.

IDEATION 

They should invent true happiness. 
You feel nothing
perched on the Cliffs of Moher
beside the beige tourist. 
They should make a way to jump
without dying
so you can feel air through your fur.
They should put that feeling 
in a syringe,
but you feel like falling for real,
so they should invent God 
or some massive net. 
You feel yourself step forward.
They should let you do it,
but no one wants to ruin the moment.
There are kids here. 
You’re sorry for their open eyes.

SLEEPOVER

I propose a dick measuring contest.
The loser must strip
completely naked
and run once around the block.
Mark grips his tighty-whitey waistband
like an elastic noose.
What are you gay Mark I ask.
Everyone laughs. I almost feel sad.
He shuts his eyes drops pants
and it’s the biggest penis
I’ve ever seen
except for pornography.
Your turn asshole Mark says seething.
The foggy twilight
cools my erection like a snake
on some moss slick boulder.

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Cletus Crow is a writer from Middle Tennessee. He has a chapbook with Gob Pile Press.