This poem has a hole in it
There's something I can't see...
Hi everybody! Tonya Morton from the Substack Juke was kind enough to post a poem I wrote. I would highly suggest browsing more of Juke while you're at it. It's a cool corner of the newsletter world to hang out in.
This poem was really just me circling an idea for a long time and feeling like I'll never really get to the center of it. The Center might not even be there and the loop that my brain is on might just be playing the same school yard, jump rope, games of association its been playing since 1984. You tell me.
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who writes You are Here , the life and letters of a Midwest Housewife.This poem has a hole in it There’s something I can’t see The conceit is convoluted The enjambment is just Empty is the fishbowl We never did fill up We never got a goldfish, We only got a Puppy’s on the back porch Kitty’s on the chair If you haven’t got catharsis No poetry is there are no more answers - I was always told there were. We try to make connections But find we all must hurry Up please tell me I know which way it leans I’ve lost all rhyme or reason To the thing I thought it means I’ll never get it if I don’t Have all the dice. I’m only just one person and A footnote would be nice To know you’re leaving This poetic vacancy It’s leaking out hyperbole This hole I cannot see Me really trying to fix the Beatles’ roof A poem’s just a poem And the words are your own proof Of your existence and the plot that you were here I couldn’t make this bullshit up Without a few more Beers are really good for you Unless of course they’re not But I will toast to you and hope You never will be caught In your contraptions Of metaphor or rhyme, There’s a hole in this here poem That will only heal with time.
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