GOODBYE RODNEY

Month of beginner seahorse

kisses somewhere in retrograde

There are motorcycles chasing me everywhere

Check that rear view:

Each and all periphery into sewer-light Shadowfigures

mouthing in a Bowery corner 6.99

GOATMILK

CAPPUCHINOS RAPIDLY PERISHING

HORSES MAY BETRAY THE END OF TIME

A month after our first kiss

my retinas are still your blind artist sawing

a cymbal in half like a crooked limb

Felled cedar and the decadent whimsy

hollering SAY GOODBYE RODNEY

I use my ex-wife’s acetone

as paint-thinner vengefully

scraping Disney Decals off

a random person’s idea

of the picturesque mini-van

Reclaim echoes of Rodney

Free them from mini-vans

Solid the whimsey

Hollering SAY GOODBYE RODNEY

Each of your fragments

a younger son I regretfully cherish I

visit that snuffbox before I

visit the Rx Anonymous I

visit that neuron transplant center

before a visit to the heavenly subway heart

-break compendium

My wife says to Rodney

SAY GOODBYE RODNEY

my wife says to Rodney SAY GOODBYE RODNEY

I say SAY GOODBYE RODNEY I say

GOODBYE RODNEY GOODBYE RODNEY

My home’s a melting three-leaf clover Stays dead

in its cheddar stink Rodney

make sure to water it

your succulent entire life

John B. Oldenborg (he/him) currently attends the University of Nevada Las Vegas where he is earning an M.F.A in poetry. He is editor in chief at Young Doogan Mag. His favorite pizza toppings are pepperoni and black olives and is scared of the screaming guy from the band Death Grips. twitter dot com @LMFAOldenborg @YoungDooganMag