Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Tuesday poem #93 : Susan Lewis : We Might

think to pause redemption for a public service pronouncement, jingling like a ring of keys (off). The losers caged. Interruptions erupting to the fullness of time, main-lined & eventful as kitten gifs or self-amputation, imputations tragic as circus beasts gamboling with counterfeit pleasure, sad layers (painted & latent) clowning past our timid hearts. While laughter’s double edges touch & mask what we avoid. Blood splashed on winning screens training innocents like trick ponies, appled by the dubious, pushed to pony up reluctant rationales (seen & raised), doubts razed in the rush from judgment. Uncompassed thought fired & crisped, taking force for freedom—until it takes us.

SUSAN LEWIS lives in New York City and edits Posit (www.positjournal.com). Her most recent books are This Visit (BlazeVOX [books], 2015), How to be Another (Červená Barva Press, 2014), and State of the Union (Spuyten Duyvil Press, 2014). Her work is forthcoming or has recently appeared in The Awl, Boston Review, The Brooklyn Rail, Connotation Press, EOAGH, Gargoyle, Luna Luna, Otoliths, Ping Pong, Propeller, Raritan, Seneca Review, Verse, Word For/Word, and Yew. More at www.susanlewis.net

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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