Poem bloopers

One little poem without a name –

So much salt and sun

last year’s $5 water dish

cracks spilling offering

third time out this year

dogs passing by keep panting.

A second even littler poem without a name –

Why should I listen

to the fashion advice of

you, who wears that hat?

And a third poem for you today:

A Place for Everything and Everything in it’s Place 2

by K. MacMichael

Return this smartphone to its place

on the kitchen counter, charging overnight

return this smartphone to the kiosk at the store

return my money my data my lazy evening watching hummingbirds

to me as the salesperson alternates between enthusiasm and despair

their immigrant dreams grinding under routine

and unreturned interest in their pretty colleague

Return this phone to the container

take it back over the railway

past the bear longing for spilled grain and struck deer

return this deadphone to the ship

crossing it back over picket lines

union corrupt or just or somewhere in between

Return, bulldozing through waves to Guangzhou

unload rewind to the factory

with its anti-suicide nets

and teenagers dreaming of their a màh’s moon cakes

Return this junk to its parts

undo its poison in the name of connection

where we have none

Erase delete refund all the time this so-called smartphone

has taken from those who built it and used it

and finally refuse it.