Batman Double Datcyl

Blam! Spif! Sock! Mint! Crash! Bash!
The pitiful Bruce Wayne
Such sadness, in anger;
the beauty of revenge.

You blind, sad creature, are
ever experiencing
Are you a man?

Two Dogs in a Boat

Before the two dogs get in the boat
we have to let him bail the water.
Which he does, careful and calmly.
Then we will lead the two dogs in
one after another and we
will watch them sit together
floating and watching us,
watching the waves sweep
under the rowboat, gentle
and inevitable,
a familiar rhythm for all of us.


Get up! Put on some pants and go outside,
The sun is still up; there will be darkness soon.
“But, the world is frightful I’d rather hide.”

You are wasting your time, you’ve lost your pride.
Life shouldn’t be punctuated by your inevitable doom.
“I don’t want to put on pants and go outside.”

They might be out there, you won’t find them inside.
Winter is cold, cruel but you can’t wait til June.
“But, my love is spiteful I’d rather hide.”

You are wasting your youth, looks and mind,
by lying in bed and crying past noon.
“I won’t put on some pants and go outside.”

Your friends and your family, they’ll worry you died;
being reclusive and absorbed in your gloom.
“Depression can be delightful, I’d rather hide.”

Please wake up! You can’t sleep through the ride,
Trapping yourself in your mind, in this room.
“I can’t put on some pants and go outside,
To this sorrow I am rightful, please let me hide.”

Dead Umbrellas

Those little black ones
you get at the train station for ten bucks,
it will flip inside out
and snap and break
you’ll swear and toss it
into the faux wrought iron trash can.

That red glossy one
with its silver ribs bent back
painfully. Just lies in a puddle
saying nothing.
Purpose and meaning
are moments of the past.

When the rain ceases tomorrow
and the sun pops up
flashing and glorious.
No one will remember that their
umbrella snapped back in an
instant of rage and quick desperation.
It meant a lot then.

When life has you down, make it significantly worse.

When life has you down, make it significantly worse–
A crack pipe, a booze binge, a few one-night stands.
How much destruction can be set off in a verse?

Fine, can you drive though? The car’s in reverse.
Your choices break fast like old rubberbands.
When life has you down, make it significantly worse.

Money? Fuck that, You always reimburse.
Get the hell out of here and sleep on soft sands.
How much destruction can be set off in a verse?

Break into a temple and be blessed by its curse,
The wealth of your years can be held in your hands.
When life has you down, make it significantly worse.

Though you want stability, the past won’t reverse
or be thrown upward or outward or purposely planned.
How much destruction can be prevented in verse?

Blow up your tangibles and dump out your purse.
Material is fleeting but your soul withstands
when your life cuts you down to your significant worth.
I hope much destruction has been set off by this verse.

Jason Dunn Poem

Good afternoon, Saturday.
Rose-tinted prescription glasses.
They are ROSE tinted.
I’m baroque as a joke.
Childish, but on the other hand, suck it, wrong side of history.

How are your feet not prey?
This is America.

May 17th, 2014

Then I see all my friends
standing around a porch.
There’s a band on the porch
playing music for everyone.
“Hello, Meghan,” the band says
to me.

Then on another porch
a man is singing
with his heart out
and playing guitar.
Eight years ago
we sat together
in a bar in Cambridge
I interviewed him
for a music magazine.
I used to be a writer.
He used to be a painter.
I wonder if he still paints

(In nine hours
a bone in left index finger
will be broken
in a door hinge.
But that hasn’t happened yet.)

It is late afternoon
afternoon, afternoon.
And there is my other friend
on a porch with a mandolin.
My friend in the street
(across from the hospital I will
be in in eight hours)
points out the hole in the
mandolin is a unique shape.
Usually they aren’t shaped like

So many things
that have already happened
and will never happen again.