| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| DESCENSION They caught me with my pants down literally. They caught me with my pants down with those teenagers right over the border in that hourly hotel room with the smell of chicken blood wafting through the air and the squawks and the feathers quietly descending and the crack and the iced tea purchased sans sales tax. They caught me with my pants down and saw my Madonna and child boxer shorts and my vericose veins and my verbose explanations vacationing in my home state and my knees, knobbily shaking as they took their pictures remembering this moment forevermore. There goes my house in the country. There goes my assured future and any peaceful passing of the days. There go my presidential aspirations. They caught me with my pants down. |