Gottlieb Zipper 2

Classroom Cannibal

Overtelling history over a tape recorded recitation
His world was a space station of lemonade
“Gottlieb hello. Hello Gottlieb.”
“The world into which I’ve been hurled is an egg hardboiled
So my brains aren’t soiled by microwaves MY HELmet must be tinfoiled”
Fair-play-Gottlieb was. (he) a kite instantly above them
“Kill Kill KILL, do my bidding minions!” he whined like Seinfeld.

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Fairlove in Numbered Boxes

Clinging to lost chalkboard theorems like Velcro
Student Zipper tore like a rip down the middle of a jacket
“Seaborn illness in the wartorn city, like a shivering membrane
Is the difference between the dying populace and the slow and insane”
Finding himself among the popcorn
Familiar like his mother made on Thanksgiving before the game
He made salty wine pressing with his feet, every crunch sinking.
Like his boots were made for walking, his time was ticking
And Gottlieb stood with a chin above his nose and railed
“Options are effervescent boxes lettered or numbered one, two or three
But every fill is a meaningless spill of graphite into thoughtless captivity.”

June First Flow

Congruent with my mindset, I double my bet
That my words are as wet as a fishermen’s net
Some are surprised that I’m just eighteen
A poet on the scene, already living the dream
And I soak like a catfish in a mud flow city
With my wit like whiskers, I sense things are gritty
I stopped and thought, and for a moment I fought
My whuttering mind raging a mindfish of rot
With tones of nonsense grimy like wake up gutters
My wounds were the city’s, written in pen on the shutters