POEM POEMS

I always called these "Poem Poems" for lack of something better. The poem is a person, alive and self-referential, the literary equivalent of the Escher drawing where the hand draws itself. I've worked on this series for 25 years and don't have even I0 I really like. Here's three:




QUICKIE POEM

Let's do it now,
don't think so much,
quick, before someone
notices, read me,
feel me, right here,
oh, my God....don't stop,
I'm going to scream....
Whew, Jesus....Now didn't that
feel good? Want to do it
again?





THIS POEM IS TOUGHER THAN YOU ARE

This poem has no manners
and less conscience. Kneecaps
a specialty.

You don't want to meet
this poem in a dark alley.
You may not see the face
but you won't forget the laugh.

Whadaya say to a 300 pound poem?
"Excuse me, I was just leaving.
No, no...I was not reading you..."

Relax! Maybe this poem will
let you live another day.
Maybe not.

Die, sucker.





DREAM POEM

this poem is a dream
you wish to escape

if only you would awake
you could forget this poem

words pursue you through
the white pages of this dream

the voices you hear have
been spoken by this poem

people reach out, they live
here, they dream of you

now you smile, eager to dream
on, but the poem is fa d i n g

--

©Bruce Deitrick Price 2011