New poems by JD DeHart.
The Fine Print
Of course, most of us did not notice
the exemption in tiny print, nor did we see
the set of instructions in even smaller type
so when the time came to bring gavel down
what could courts do but bend
to the tiny words of short-sighted mortals
and what could we do but bow
to their thinly-lit verbs?
The Goatee Invasion
See now the trimmed goatees
and lining up the march in
with all self-published vanity,
their too-tiny cups of espresso
being stirred by the wind
of their self-impressed voices,
their small round glasses
glinting with the façade of learning.
The American Species
See him now, species of two hundred years,
leaning over his car next to the bustling
(detect how he smells like cheese).
His phone is his grail, so that when he
is uncertain of what to do, he pulls it out,
slides his finger like a modern wizard,
and pretends to be interested.
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