dave brennan
Red Carpet Costume Party Apocalypse
Kanye showed up as Kanye.
[Ye-Kanye or Kanye-Kanye?]
The poem, queer & confused & idiomatic, petticoated as Ms. Dickinson,
the tv version.
The shooter paraded through as a door unlocked during worship.
The conspiracy theorist expanded into a Reddit thread.
[so obvious]
One kid cardigan-ed up as Mister Rogers.
The white nationalist came looking like your too-loud uncle who loves a good
Dollar General deal.
All the other children grinned for the cameras then collapsed: dead children.
Fox News dressed as a mass grave filled with dead children.
Kanye [didn’t he already?] rolled by inside a giant hamster ball.
The virus came as all the plastic stuffed in your closet.
[killer costume]
A giant index finger jabbed at the gathered crowd: You’re fired! You’re fired!
You’re fired!
The poem pranced past the microphones wearing leg warmers.
The polar bear arrived sopping wet, no ice in sight.
Dave Brennan lives in Virginia where he teaches at James Madison University. His most recent books are A Cyborg's Father (punctum books) and A Dash as Long as the Earth's Orbit (Bateau Press). His poems have appeared in Conduit, ANMLY, Tyger Quarterly and elsewhere.