This first poem came from a question in a Reddit reading. It was an unprecedentedly lively broadcast - I wish I had more energy to enjoy it.
Upon Being Asked About Recurring Themes In My Work
Themes? Someone pipes:
"Do you have any poems
about a mental state?"
Do my poems appear
to be about anything else?
Fair as a flipped coin:
How did I arrive here,
on whose dime burning
what fuel? I was plucked.
Ask what tune? The needle
hisses to a stop.
Meanwhile, East of Eden....
Gadianton Crop Circle XXXIII
Are you jack Mormon enough
to wed Jodi Arias? This winter
I trudge up the side of mount
Preposterous to meditate aside the
waterfall lap of Eris, midst roaring
twenty first twenties these. Ponderences
answered defeat my whole purpose,
defined as you like. Stay mute, maestro -
your refracted soul elected silence over
chastisement iterations ago. Daymare
visitation of the unfaithful wendigo.
Leave my old flames at the stake,
Joan let slip her number; Prestige's
blown. Can you still not stand to see
me in discomfit, oh peach tree in twilight?
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