Mike Topp / Poems & Short Stories
These appeared in the following publications: Exquisite Corpse, The Poetry
Project Newsletter, The Quarterly, Talisman, New Observations, Beet, Public
Illumination Magazine, Milk, Resister, and Mudfish.
I never saw a Fjord
But one day
I saw a Chjevrolet.
I got a great job last Friday
but the pay is too low and the
work I do is humiliating.
LESS THAN NOBEL PRIZES
The Sordid Prize
The Scurvy Prize
The Vile Prize
The only good thing I can think of to say about
Champipple (champagne + ripple) is that it made
me think that maybe I had been too hard on Sankaccino.
were injured or killed
in the writing
of this poem.
In November 1915 Chief Secretary of
Ireland Augustine Birrell said, "I, for
one, would forbid the use, during the
war, of poetry."
THEM HOT DOGS
How about Them Hot Dogs,
Ain't they neat?
Little piece of bread,
Little piece of meat.
Sometimes I think that my life
is like a tapestry, being woven
by God and history on an enchanted
loom. And then I think, "Hey, how
much is this thing going to cost?"
CHRISTMAS CARD FROM MY BROTHER
A deer like the one pictured on the front
of this card got hit by a car on Hobson Road
a few weeks ago. It then ran through the
sliding glass doors in Al Olson's apartment.
The cops came and shot it because it got trapped
inside and was wrecking the place. It made
the Progress. Merry Christmas.
AS IT TURNS OUT
As it turns out they have relaxed the
restrictions and I think your son
should reapply. Make sure he wears
protective clothing since he will most
likely appear before one with a bird
head, one with a rat head, and one
with the head of a snake.
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