Monday, April 06, 2015

on the pat

i ooutside my hotel room
in Cancun people have gotthings backwards
willfully he circlest he          parcel he’s laid out in
the foyer there is a colds pot
in my head           cheeri er merrier
my war in the dark with myth          oughts
listen          it is laughter coming through the foggy dawn
i found my sunglasses in a strange place          this morning
i said this beer is sow arm          you could something an egg on it
there is a sickness afterwards          sweet pour jacket
my there was something African about the wallpaper
in you’re yes that night          actually being
middle easterners          the new pop
eelected yesterday          if nice guys finish last
one day Ernest Hemingway was writing a novel
in which there was much my students see
history as a single          a poet can’t change
the world i give you          7:39 PM          the fruit drawer is empty
when had she feltt his way before          have you ever followed
a beautiful woman         even her footsteps were sexy
why should this lesson beat your expense
the wind and nott he          baby sprang
up at 4 AM          snow banks are melting         a mother calls
for her son          another time          a mother explains to her child
my knee is not a flower the doms hoist into the pyre
the body and there you are the last pin-up
in your stockings and fur          coat these new holidays
i learned about santa claus          about christ and god
when she is christ’s bride          the carpenter wastes there in the cool night
as thee          ye lash          moon grazes the roof
the daffodil swatched          the dinosaurs die on christmas eve
blessed bet hep          eon-y          vomited from its sepals
even herein          my neighborhood of concrete god says i
enjoy flying          a boy on a hill flew a kite his fat her had given him
a friend of a friend of a friend lived so near a bakery DEA
this stub born this year
Catching up as I haven’t posted for two days. The results of my fifth PoMoSco challenge. “First in Line” –  retaining the original word order, compose a poem using the first lines of another poet’s book.
Source
Hamann, Shannon. Deathdoubledactyl. Ohio: Pavement Saw Press, 2011. Print.

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