After 40 years as an award-winning copywriter and creative director on Mad Ave, Mike Drazen spends his time writing poems, haunting the streets of San Francisco and muting TV ads every chance he gets. His poems have appeared in Pif Magazine, Gutter Eloquence, Fat City Review and Still Crazy, among others.

 

 

TWO POEMS

Mike Drazen

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Poetry

September 2016

ANTI-MUSE

 

I pace the floor,

drawn to the window

like a man on the run.

 

Your ice-blue Mini

purrs down below.

Tom Ford aviators

hide your eyes,

 

not your sly smile

as you slither out

the door, certain

you’re being watched.

 

When the buzzer rings,

I buzz you in. I offer you

a cocktail, but know you have

something else in mind.

 

You move to the desk,

ripping my poem from the

Olivetti portable like you were

plucking out my guts, snarling,

 

What kind of Shit is this,

and when are you going to join

the 21st century, old man!

 

Once you’re gone I pour

myself a triple Stoli on ice,

sink into my easy chair

and think, damn, you’re right,

 

it is Shit,

 

and then, breathing in

your lingering fragrance,

run for my life through

catacombs of sleep.

 

CLOUD

 

I want to live

inside

a Frank O’Hara poem

going on nerve

a cloud

drifting by the 5 Spot

to catch the

midnight show of

Lady Day

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