Rise Up Review
Cougar Hunt
this morning’s headline reads,
“Cougar attacks a baby...”
thought that was odd
reminded me of, “Cougars, super predators
with an exceptionally high thirst for criminality, strike again”
should have been, “Cougars out of options.”
otherized in the place you are from
flogged with perpetual uncertainty, the adopted one
stanchless fomenters
asylum applicants at home
picture
a territory shaved down to the extent it overlaid perfectly with a macro of Ota’s teeth.
a think-tank scratch their inquisitive gray spaces
but froth up the same blistery, non-dandruff thing
then break for displace–build condos–displace cucumber sandwiches
placating the canvases plundered to revise history and recast their buffs.
nacreous dementia, turning the crank in a crank house
angles to the matter, inundated, but no die Menschen.
they’ll say i never learned to roam
needed to be doused with assistance to be on my own.
i don’t have to tell you what happens when a cougar opens its mouth.
though i, eager to hear from you how a mantled dream could sound like trauma.
—Michael Newkirk
Michael J. Newkirk is a poet and reputable editor from North Carolina currently living in Canada. A lifelong learner, Michael has lived in several countries, taking in new ideas and forms. He adores poetry, photography, and music for themselves as well as for their power to cross-pollinate dialogue and social progress.
