KJ Hannah Greenberg, a two time Pushcart Prize Nominee, one time Best of the Net Nominee, and an actual National Endowment for the Humanities Scholar, gave up all manners of academic hoopla to raise children. Her poetry books include: Intelligence’s Vast Bonfires (Lazars Media, 2012), poetry collection; Supernal Factors (The Camel Saloon Books on Blog, 2012), poetry chapbook; Fluid & Crystallized (Fowlpox Press, 2012), poetry chapbook; and A Bank Robber’s Bad Luck with His Ex-Girlfriend (Unbound CONTENT, 2011), poetry collection.

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TWO POEMS
        KJ Hannah Greenberg

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VENDOMATICS IN URBAN PALACES

Vendomatics in urban palaces get jerry-rigged by well meaning pickled cacti.
After all, none of our flock, paper lanterns’ merit notwithstanding, tolerates
Sugar free days “enhanced” with forbs and feathers, or with love’s changing eyes.

Buildless mountains, not nurslings, aka macadam monuments to clever moments,
Fin de siècle testimonies about confabulated histories, otherwise laconic
Attempts gone awry, lose pieces early to short, fat fellows’ scalding visions.

Elsewhere, Bosendorfer instruments, whose music, unpleasantly, elicits
Enchantments wrought from metal juice cans, plated rilettes, also disposable efforts, Hump off by grasshoppers, twingers, maybe sparrows, ever after, ever more.

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ON A ROCKETSHIP TO JUPITER

On a rocketship to Jupiter,
Some dumb clerk,
Convinced that his translation,
Of her manicured hands, got
Understood as common speech, fainted.

Such fellows are not wont to follow
Well-defined routes, let alone to discern
How moon-like pulsing makes
Maidens become mesmerized when situations
Require "significant" members’ compliance.

Wrongly, they believe gal pals would rather
Return to Earthly row houses to provide
Proper drink for all comers
In plastic bottles, sippy cups,
Or red dog bowls.

In truth, however, the greater the altitude
Attained, round, illustrated nudity,
The more that local palpitations of “magic,”
White, scarlet, brown, yellow, fucia in their
Expression, garner meaning.

Recall those pigeons, cooing in Oakland,
Also Kermit-the-Frog, when forced to ride school buses,
Copied electronic letters, intermittent massacres,
Leaky diapers, maybe women’s magazines,
Before restoring life to little reptiles.

Technicians’ plutonium, uranium, gold nichiode,
Per trace ingredients, also in large molecules,
Exist as anything but chambermaids’ duties;
Other crew can’t actually know
How assorted, regional governments operate.

So, when foundlings, former students, young misses,
Cower, upon being propelled into marriage,
It’s small wonder that reluctant Truthspeakers,
Long hiding among licorice spice drops, caviar, rodeo talent,
Devote no time to precursors of frenetic rhetorical deeds.

What’s amazing on intergalactic poop decks
Among modest, sweet, downy-haired children
Functioning in various unfamiliar venues,
On a rocketship to Jupiter,
Is that love can bloom at all.

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