This year, Guernica celebrates its 10th anniversary as a free, online magazine of art & politics! As we prepare to launch into our second decade, we hope you'll consider making an end-of-year donation. Reader, you make this work possible.

Skip to Content

Share

Big Money

By
September 15, 2010

                    suits me fine,
                    I want to be loaded,

want God to cast me glances, treacherous
and elegant from beneath the brim
of his pork pie hat as if to say,

“You played with the adversary
as a child, didn’t you?”

                    I did, God, I did.
We played Steal the Bacon
and explored our unmentionables
behind the gazebo,

sat next to each other
in the School of Second Chances
where all the boys are cuntstruck,

                    their grinding teeth, the industrial dirge
                    of red whammies and other wrong answers,

and it’s so boring,
listening to another person’s dreams,
the fata morgana of natural
citizens who commission

army engineers to build
a bridge into the sky, across
which you can always
thumb a ride

to where Dorothy awaits,
blue cornflower riding up,
scissoring thighs,
and the tip of her finger
sheathed in tongue.

G

Press here to play the MP3.

Pennock_80.jpg

Matthew Pennock holds an MFA from Columbia University. His poetry has appeared in such journals as New York Quarterly, Denver Quarterly, and Western Humanities Review, among others. He lives and works in New York.

Poet’s Recommendations:

Controvertibles by Quan Barry.

The Patterns of Paper Monsters by Emma Rathbone.

Cranioklepty: Grave Robbing and the Search for Genius by Colin Dickey.

Homepage photo by John Harvey via Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/monkeyc/94743526

Readers like you make Guernica possible. Please show your support.

Tagged with:

Share on FacebookShare on TwitterAdd to BufferShare on LinkedInShare on TumblrSubmit to StumbleUpon
Submit to redditShare on App.netShare via email