Pedals on a Dry Brown Bough
by christopher lauer
As a man,
            I am no longer concerned with my shoe size
No matter where I was; I just wanted to be somewhere else

Deny Everything
by christopher lauer
She spent Friday afternoon
extinguishing.
cigarettes.
punctuating an impending threat
of maligning my loving name
to every bright girl in this city
Sally I am so sorry
you found fuel in the words
I swore when they were true
on lips …

Post-Industrial Service-Based Economy
by christopher lauer
I am here
a windowless office
the color of desert choking down
sour dispositions of greater generations
Here.
wanting to be somewhere anywhere else
dreaming aggrandizing hyperbolizing
sorting rubber bands

Take It for Granite
by christopher lauer
Such a nice block of mistakes I make I make
more I add them to my repertoire, Moses
had a book much like ours of unkindly acts
bricks we’ve thrown bricks we’ve been …

Just Hear Me Out: A Proposal
by chris lauer
How long will dying be for the living
it’s really hard on them
The dead have little respect for the dying
if any yet here we are the living
yoked by it. …

Is this for my comments? Let’s see: I actually just wrote this 6/18/07. I would also like to tell Homeland Security that I have never actually “tasted the product.” It’s just poetic license.

The Answered Prayers of Claus Philipp Maria Schenk Graf von Stauffenberg
By Christopher Lauer
She is just a plot to kill Hitler
hatched forty, or fifty, years too late.
She is a glorious and ingenious plot
and all post-war …