Classic
posted Oct 1, 2013
A man will rise in the middle
of the night, put a noun
where there is none. Like right now
the Segway Human Transporter.
Inventors have their patent wars.
Devices constructed only
to move us. Maybe it's obvious
things are all that's left.
Later I will drag my brother
to a film about two brothers who
walk into a big vault
and get locked inside with only one
flat soda between them
and no real way to breathe
except by drawing air through keyholes
in deposit boxes. The father
who dies earlier in the film
in shorts and sneakers returns
as a benevolent ghost
still feeling human feelings. Today
my brother and I walk
across the park following a trail of ink
droplets until the wind picks up.
Me and my brother in inclement weather.
I eat the piece of hail
he hands to me. Can a poem behave
like a painkiller?
We don't have the technology yet.
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Minimum Heroic, and Whirligig. His chapbook, Automatic Teller won the Laurel Review Midwest Chapbook Prize and will be published in the fall of 2013. Currently, he's an Assistant Professor of English at William Paterson University where manages the new journal, Map Literary.
's books of poems include ATM,