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he calls himself the anarchy king
b/c he thinks it makes him sound
dangerous like an invading army
but he’s the opposite of anarchy
everything in his life is neat
& ordered like tiny squares
on a calendar
his dishes are always clean
shirts & slacks always pressed
grass always manicured
he has never used toilet paper
as a coffee filter
a pickle jar as a beer stein
piece of carboard as a toothpick
put on his wife’s deoderant
lit a cigarette in the toaster
used an empty friskies can
as an ashtray
or worn mismatched socks
he only reads poetry that rhymes
there is no room for chaos
in the life of an anarchy king
every day he goes to work
wearing a suit, tie & wristwatch
in an office w/ dozens of tiny
cubicles that look alot
like the inside of a honeycomb
he is never late for work
but often stays late
he used to get crazy on the weekend
put on his favorite t-shirt
a black one w/ a red anarchy sign
crudely printed on the front
but it wore out & got a hole
under the left armpit so he threw it away
now he mows his lawn bare-chested
- wolfgang carstens
