VIRB

Jacob Roberts
Special to the Arbiter

Ideal Night No. Four
(A Male Fantasy)

Go to sleek restaurant (with pretty girl who
Has weird eyes, thin body, toothy, frequent
Smile and fashionable intellectual ideas).

He'll order something speculated to show
A refined pallet. She'll order a salad
With an edge. They'll sip red wine together.

While discussing the patriarchal confinement
Of contemporary sexuality he'll say something
Meant to be charming, but actually in bad taste.

Sandpaper silence will permeate the remainder
Of the date. She'll touch his hand nervously
Before he goes home early. Hate self in morning.

Poem's Beneficiary
(Anathematization of Literature No. Four)

A hope that with one of many
Personalities a message resonates with one of many
Folks well enough to send a bottled message afloat

At sea. She was and will continue to be
More like a Molotov cocktail
Of poetry thrown threw windows into patriarchal parties
For cocks. Beauty is wool over eyes and faces.

Precursory lullaby before bodies crumble
Afoot staircases. Bodies anchored to cinder blocks,
Amongst aquatic intestinal traces.