was badly damaged
momentarily offered to
the scrap heaps
dropped the moment
I couldn't part with
my last memory
- Hoc Scripsi
image from Magpie Tales #37
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
I've been there more than once...ReplyDelete
Nice one Jhon!
For me it was an Gap dress shirt.. one i made into rags, the other I gave my son..ReplyDelete
awesome. I like the dis-jointed flow of this piece, you have a really unique voice. nice.ReplyDelete
Loved the 'poker faced interlude' bit.ReplyDelete
Here too ... the poker face is an interesting conceit.ReplyDelete
yes - the poker face grabbed me as well..ReplyDelete
It's been said a lot here; in many different ways...ReplyDelete
Another fantastic peice. This one should be included in your next publication, if I'm not too bold in saying so.
Deep, beautiful thoughts... nice.ReplyDelete
Beautifully written.Liked it!ReplyDelete
This made my chest sink, just a bit, while I remembered someone I used to love. This is brilliantly sad...
p.s. Got Hands on the Hips in the mail last week and have been reading. :-) I love it.
Thank you so much to everyone - I was a little hesitant about this one but liked it personally - once again the hard part is going to be coming up with a title to reference the photograph as the photo will not accompany the published poem.ReplyDelete