The Dredge at Anchor by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois


The dredge

at anchor

heavy with sand

juts its chin

toward the horizon

as proud of its haul

as if sand were gold



The sun shines on green waves

green as Hydrogen

green as sex and avocado and celery stalks



green as an Oxygen molecule

scared of being part of a threesome

though it’s the most common thing

in the world



The wave froth is as white

as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder



The sand

laid down by the dredge 

spreads inert

hard and resistant



My wife enters this scene

sinuous with Germanic libido

carrying eighteen steins of beer in each hand



She strides left to right

like a duck in a shooting gallery

in a state fair midway



I’ve got a corn dog in my left hand

a cone of cotton candy in my right

I play with the idea of being a pedophile

just because I’m bored and have nothing else to do



The sun shines on the water

There is no cloud anywhere to block it



The dredge is a bodybuilder pumped with steroids

The sand is not gold



I injure my fist

punching a wall of wet sand


©2017 Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois


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Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois has had over twelve-hundred of his poems and fictions appear in literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad. He has been nominated for numerous prizes. His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a clinical psychologist in a state hospital, is available for Kindle and Nook, or as a print edition. He lives in Denver.


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