The 714 Quaalude and Beatlemania
How we negotiate space
The symphony dragged on
Three spotted horses along the
fence
The past is not a competition it
just adds up
Something about
telling you how I feel
so well that you recognize it
as your own response
Yes, up and down the hallway with its head leaking
Said, you’re blocking the sound I make with the sound I make
Some minor mischief
tucked away in advance of itself
No one chooses to live like this but we end up this way
Embarrassed by it
Unprepared to slip into nothingness like this awkward poem
*
Rosie, I didn’t know you were a
flower when I first laid eyes on you
Then you fell from the trees
gigantic and landed next to me right here on the couch
*
Eh,
Mouth riddler?
Down by the river
People collect words in predictable ways
When I listen
I know what you’re going to say
Down by the beach
A concentric circus of what’s
Imminent
Critical
Important
Routine
*
This is how it ends up...
Anticipatory negativity
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose
That thing’s happening again where
Orion’s Belt is hanging low at the end of our driveway
He mused about how to redonut the
entire idea
*
I am all the time
You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here
Take from the dormant pile
Imp
Imply
The museum of raised eyebrows
Once again
There I was
Randomly watching
A movie on an app
And the door opens
And there you are
And I’m like
What!
What the fuck dude!
There you are
Again
You
Again
On a screen
Hey! Captain’s hat!
A prize
inside the pencil
It’s just you
shadow boxing at noon
*
Was it a pasture, a field, a
prairie, a forest, timber, a meadow
Somewhere on the timeline tinkers with trajectory
Gussied up with unimpressed
thoughts
A revolution of outerwear
I’m here long enough to be here for a reason
All the subject matter has left me
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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