New poems by JD DeHart

 

 

The Fine Print

 

Of course, most of us did not notice

the exemption in tiny print, nor did we see

the set of instructions in even smaller type

listed below,

so when the time came to bring gavel down

what could courts do but bend

to the tiny words of short-sighted mortals

and what could we do but bow

to their thinly-lit verbs?

 

 

The Goatee Invasion

 

See now the trimmed goatees

freshly groomed

and lining up the march in

with all self-published vanity,

their too-tiny cups of espresso

being stirred by the wind

of their self-impressed voices,

their small round glasses

glinting with the façade of learning.

 

 

 

The American Species

 

See him now, species of two hundred years,

leaning over his car next to the bustling

Interstate

(detect how he smells like cheese).

His phone is his grail, so that when he

is uncertain of what to do, he pulls it out,

slides his finger like a modern wizard,

and pretends to be interested.

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