contemporary poetry

Friday, September 20, 2013

Hi. I’m contemporary poetry.
I decided to self-personify this time,
one, because it’s sweet, and two,
I’m bored—bored witless, bored
sockless, just penny loafers
on bare feet. I’m sexy like that
here at the edge of your
brain’s dormant volcano.
Hey. You’re sexy too, I bet,
sitting there, reading this.
Pity we almost never speak.
Pity you’re off with cheap fiction
on a beach, because you and I
we know each other, right?
We go way back—snuggled
in lullaby, made out in pop song,
chuckled politely within
greeting card’s hardness.
But I’ve grown to loathe you,
my dimwit ex, learned to despise
your simplicity, your stink,
even more than you resent
my legendary opacity—the trick
of me. So I won’t return to volcano
imagery but to dally in one pun
that says, if we can’t be friends
how can we be lavas?
Now watch me walk off
into the jaguar-infested night.


4 Responses to “contemporary poetry”

  1. Edward Nudelman Says:

    Dude, is that really about your ex? What do she do to you? This reads very sad to me. Do tell, off the record of course (as if there ever really was a record)

    Sent from my iPhone

  2. belz Says:

    No no! It’s positing poetry and poetry’s readership as “exes” of a sort. Not at all autobiographical.

  3. Stephen Howse Says:

    That my friend is a fantastic bit of poem.

    Thank you x

    w: b: / tw: @stevestills t: +44 7967 124 966

  4. Rob Says:

    I’ll have you know I am pretty sexy reading this, in my hoodie and flip-flops on a Friday night at home.

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