The black cat came in
Through the dryer vent,
Ripping a silver hole
And scrambling up
The back of the machine
And onto a pile of towels.
Okay then. What now?
–Shaun Perkins
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
Nobody needs it,
The loss of words, the alphabet
Of rock and sky, the dictionary
Spelling out the weight of pelican
Feathers and childbirth. Nobody
Needs the dream of images
Making no sense, the path
Of broken teeth and textbooks, Continue reading “Dream Arithmetic”
There you are
deep inside,
curved legs
against shell,
visible life in death
brought to shore. Continue reading “Sea Lesson #1”
(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)
so much depends
upon
a yellow
bath mat
rubber on
bottom
priced firm at three
dollars.
–Shaun Perkins
NOTE: This poem was inspired by (stolen from) the following Craig’s List ad: Continue reading “The Yellow Bath Mat”
Always with the words, always with the pen,
Always with the fingers upon the keyboard,
Always with the thoughts, always with the clang
Of time on the kettle on the stove, always
With the conversation held back, always with calls
Across rooms deserted and full, always with
The nonsense of rain in the background to enter Continue reading “Always With”