Howie Good

Ars Poetica

Despite what they say,

being unhappy isn’t

a requirement for being a poet.

Geese flying overhead

sound like a wet fart.

The Cowboy’s Lament

In the end, all that remained

was a coin-operated horse

forever frozen In mid-gallop.

The Indian’s Lament

Rather than a rational basis

for hope, we’re given pills

to dull us. Not much here

can be regarded as natural.

Fifteen billion trees a year

are used to make toilet paper.

The Wampanoag, the tribe

that helped the Pilgrims survive

their first New England winter,

still regret it 400 years later.

Howie Good is the author of The Dark, a poetry collection forthcoming from Sacred Parasite, a Berlin-based publisher. He co-edits the online journal UnLost, dedicated to found poetry.