Editor’s Note: For six years running, contributing author Zach Adler has spent the month of April putting out a poem a day. By turns earnest and wry, these poems are based on prompts (and often forms) chosen at random using a deck of cards. The prompts range from “The Grandfather Paradox” to “Emotional Adultery” to “White Person Dreadlocks”. This year we decided to turn all his entertainment-related National Poetry Month entries into a series of our own.
Follow the rest of Zach’s daily poems and plumb the archives on his blog.
Three of Spades – David Icke
Spending The Afternoon With David Icke
I imagine him
Beside me on this bench
Watching the children on the monkey bars
The old men playing cards on a stone table
The couple stroking each other’s hands
Watching them and thinking
Their actions are controlled by the moon!
How ever-confounding a world it must be
If you were to believe that people’s thoughts
Are actually the moon’s thoughts
A hollow man-made moon
And that spies from the Draco Constellation
Could be anywhere
A mother furrows her brow at me
For my unkempt appearance
My proximity to the playground
She stares at me with cold eyes
Could she be one of them?