Young Edgy Energetic Poem
by Ryan Gallagher

We’re not exactly oil
paintings, all of our
imperfections, what’s
the point, it’s like
putting a dress on
a pig, this news
anchor is
an erudite air head
but I’d fuck her
and I’d fuck you too
and I’d fuck your
mother in
collaboration with playwright
Arthur Miller, essays
on Oedipus will seep
out of the pores of red worms
without whom
we’d have no dirt
on Marilyn Monroe such

Other poems by Ryan Gallagher in ActionYes #2:
Scotch Coffee Creamsicle Sonnet
3rd person omniscient surrealist poem that I walk into as a Romantic
September Poem / Okay I’ll Have Some Pudding
I Saw Goody Proctor
Winter Solstice Sonnet
Sonnet (in Brueghel)
Things I’d Put in a Fanny-Pack / Sonnet