In A Deficit

By: Joe Sonnenblick

Cover the false idolatry with dirt filled tarps,
We don’t want sky water to purify them.

A retarted kid just howled at me
I’m a fairly certain he diagnosed my nerve pain within the left knee, the dominant one.

Wilting marigold after I’ve come from the darkened trenches of a dive bar circa 2009,
Urinating all over you
Killing the once charmed garden dweller.

Don’t look me directly in the eyes now, 
I might finally finish something…
You traipse around this bedroom,
Overblown on clear liquor 
Pretending to be a poetess,
Your nipples poking through that wife-beater as I pack another bowl and the dog cuddles up to my thigh,
That’s your best attribute.

Is some strange canto coming?
A new folio?
I can’t walk past that sacred idol without thinking of you squirting and cajoling on the duvet while I watched you play with yourself during Jeopardy.


Joe Sonnenblick is a Native New Yorker who was a regular contributor to the now defunct Citizen Brooklyn magazine. Joe has been featured in publications such as In Parentheses for their 6th volume of poetry and The Academy Of The Heart And Mind, and Impspire Literary Review, The Bond Street Review, Spectra Poets Issue 01, Throats To The Sky, El Portal. Joe has read up and down the east coast and is shopping his first full book of poetry around to publishers.

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