Carson Reed

Carson (lodo1@aol.com) is a 15-year veteran of the Denver poetry scene. His work has appeared in such publications as Rant, Yellow Silk, The New Censorship, Bizara, Stick, and of course RealPoetik.

Happy Motors

On the morning run East down West Colfax

At Happy Motors

a miserable guy with no arms in a net shirt

pimp-rolls West, battered by leaf bits

(no wait they're in the net,

he's caught himself like a fish).

It's a hard morning after a hard night after a hard week

& my blood bulges so hard in my veins I can smell it

& my tongue is waxed with bile.

Call me Percy,

and let the suspense roll on.

One of these days one of these Novembers

will cuff me a little too hard but I don't wonder which one.

This morning the only thing I wonder is

if the motors are Chinese

or could they truly be happy?

Carson Reed