Fall Guys

This poem won Second place in the 2010 2-Day Poem Contest

Despite their common name, scapegoats

are seen in the spring and summer.

 

Take note: the fact that you got dumped

on your anniversary means nothing to the Mounties

kicking down your office door. Life is never fair.

When your office door implodes, no one's there.

 

You’re a white-collar criminal on the lam, a torn leaf,

plus your pants are short, making you look solemn,

autumnal, too old to unwind at the nautical motel.

On your bedside table, the grit from a cigarillo

mars the glossy cover of Fortune magazine.

On the mattress, turned down sheets reveal a sandbar

of fuchsia sailboats, moon-blue anchors.

 

Some senior partners had remarked from the start

how you seemed bound to bring trouble to their business.

Dead air piled up on you for a November of reasons.

Crops to a criminal mastermind, fall guys etiolate,

wither and slake the Creator’s thirst for the worst

in hide-outs at the nautical motel.

 

Their lips tongues and teeth are celestial refugees

embedded in the rubble of a sensual war

Published online June 01 2010.

This poem was a winner in CV2’s annual 2-Day Poem Contest. Every April, CV2 challenges players to create a new original poem that uses all 10 words of our choosing. It’s poetry under pressure for prizes, publication, and personal bests. Learn how to sign up for the next 2-Day Poem Contest.


Poetry Only cover image

This piece was published in ‘Poetry Only,’ the Spring 2011 issue of CV2.

Get more great poetry, interviews, and reviews delivered straight to your door four times a year. Subscribe now.