Autumn Poetry | October 19, 2021
5 Zappai
by A. P. Porter
drawing by Lola Yang
My regimen is
panaceas at dawn and
placebos later.
My dick owned me, ruled
unquestioned and absolute,
until recently.
In Chi-town, no one
knows who you think you are, and
even fewer care.
What you need to do
is work on your people skills,
you dumb sack of shite.
Loquacious when stoned,
sesquipedalian too,
I play with my mind.
A. P. Porter
writer, teacher, editor, father, son, holy ghost