3 poems by Phillip Larrea

Unclear on the Concept

Healthy Human

Department sent

Me a debit

Card with which to

Buy any cure

For what ails me.

I had not so

Much as an egg

Yolk to my name.


I brought a flat

Of bright yellow


To the counter

Who politely

Informed me that

Flowers do not

Constitute a

Qualified sale.

Clearly I am

Unclear on the

Concept of what

Makes a human

Being healthy.


Minor Leaguer

This superbly coiffed headhunter

Haute couture in suitably severe

Garb which does not disguise her swells

Asks me what I have been doing all these years.


“I have made my living

In lumber,” I begin.

“I’m something of an expert.”


(Sitting on benches, I should say).



My youth was wasted- not misspent-

Though I did spend it mightily,

Important papers misplaced..

A profligate son unrepentant

For all my head-long blunders.

What now would I do in this age

With any paltry interest accrued

From some prior frugality?

Can life be saved by not living,


Or would such a life be squandered?



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