Kyle Hemmings: Poem


GARY COLEMAN DOESN'T WEAR CHEAP SUNGLASSES

i dropped a tea cup and it made a hole 
in the center of the universe 
i didn't call it a black hole 
i called it boredom 

people fear boredom more than death 
which is why mary olsen constantly denies 
the presence of her twin 
or gary coleman pays taxi drivers 
to drive up on sidewalks 
gary coleman denies his height 
and in conversations with cab drivers 
he calls himself gary cooper 

in strange places gary coleman 
carries a book, Anger Management for Dummies 
to remind himself that he is not taller 
than mary olsen and he must deal with this 
or that the universe is not shrinking 
and mary olsen might call the shots 
gary coleman would like to fuck 
every cab driver in the city with a dildo 
in the shape of his father 
who couldn't stand mustard on sundays 

gary coleman is very angry these days 
and the cab drivers keep driving him in circles 
mary olsen and I stand at the edge of a moon-crater 
she's sad because she lost her twin to an overdose 
of boredom and gary coleman is never around 
not even einstein can put us back together 
and copernicus let entropy in through the back door 
the comet above our heads is really a tear 
shed from copernicus traveling through space 
when it hits earth someone will call it
an ocean of true love



Kyle Hemmings lives and works in New Jersey, where he sometimes skateboards near Branch Brook Park.