2 poems by Mather Schneider


I'm getting fat
sitting behind the wheel
of this taxi cab.
It's a job hazard
like compression of the spine,
prostate irritation,
kidney infection,
or having your
throat cut.

© Mather Schneider


My gut pours
into the world.

In the crease
where it bends,

on the border
where it crashes together,

I will never
be wise.

© Mather Schneider