Scott Inniss: Two Poems

Whither Network?

American girlfriends are now open. Diet pop is a secret weapon for dieters. Do you prefer to walk or run for exercise.

Anyone got a straw. Check out these ottomans, these keyboards, these glaciers that disappear in a generation. What do you see in the clouds.

How do all of these new babies impact weather patterns. What do you do with all your old cell phones. These squirrels plant millions of trees, accidentally burying nuts worldwide.

Where do you hide the month of May. Bring me the weather conditions that I’m hoping for. This term in Latin makes the sun stand still.

The breathtaking new birder trend, shooting first and identifying later. Do you think that technology is becoming too much of nature. These days is the last letter of the English alphabet.

If you travel through a perfect sunset, where do you go. The moon, but only available to American men. This neurosurgeon says that bike helmets are useless as individual surfaces, no more horsing around.

Do you agree with the idea to reuse the hurricane. We love this squirrel, taking a vehicle for a walk. Are you happy with the money that you’re saving by not driving.

The summer outlook for your area turns out, conditioning the foundation of the ocean. Which pacific state develops snow. When voting, do the green initiatives of a candidate sway your opinion.

Is anyone able to type the name of this lightning. The urban forest estimates the city within a park, detailing what the drive home looks like. What is the largest hectare of trees you’ve ever seen.

This large hail is a helping hand, a solid form of precipitation. The pool guy calls for the ball, forgetting the irregular lump of ice that converts it to stone. Which European country experiments with CPR via cloud computing.

More people allergic to pollen get in touch with their emotions here. It’s our crazy six-day gardening weeks that save the squirrels. The countryside experiences symptoms when it repeats certain fruits.

The face in the social media platform calls for vegetables, spices, and nuts. Birds in Montana find the technology a year before its official launch. Which video-sharing app is most useful to mankind.

Cool families who own it are finding flecks of gold in tap water. By looking into my eyes, the stripes on a tiger are not just on its fur. Check out these five spectacular city skylines.

Do you ever witness the Northern lights. Someone explains this to us. No two patterns are a common name in this hemisphere.

Jennifer Blowdryer

What hat is it?
Death masks the everyday topic.
Ethnicity writing stories
whose parents have Wikipedia entries.

Pollen counts for very important persons,
the country’s fair conditioners.
This poem stashes language from my academic book proposal.
Who you are is when you’re unconscious.

The most canonical poems in that bathroom stall.
Print, the tongue that wrote
it is really green garbage
introducing a new revolutionary.

The subject of the gossip.
Don’t throw up in anger,
I don’t only despise the body
the causation steers.

Do not place poor concrete on silver face.
Hot accommodation summer,
a toilet of one’s own.
What was excitement anyway?

Drink, fight, and Frito Lay,
the war amplifiers.
If you don’t like my poetry,
appetitive Venlafaxine.

Confusion is cheering up
bear containers
instead of helping the uncertainty
emend this end.

Not my fault, your mom’s name
is Jennifer Blowdryer.

Scott Inniss is a graduate of the doctoral program in English literature at the University of British Columbia. His research examines tendentious humour in the poetry and poetics of  contemporary writers like Bruce Andrews, Marie Annharte Baker (Anishinaabe), and Dorothy Trujillo Lusk. Recent poems appear in Antilang, Some, and Periodicities.