by Bill Yarrow
Forgive us our trespasses because they're boring.
Get off of horse, then get off of your high horse.
Only virgins understand how smoke gets in your heart.
Executive summary: corporate torpor is now universal.
The determinants of fire are innocence and sentiment.
Your verb has been accepted, but your noun will be declined.
Clichéd as a butterfly as an emblem of becoming.
Clichéd as a blossom as a metaphor of maturation.
"A poem is a mirror," he said reflectively.
Remove cap before putting on headware.
Do not operate while urinating.
And the bland plays on.
A tourniquet of roses.
We are not alone, not as alone as we think.
No one dies standing up.
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A version of this poem was published in Literary Orphans.
Thanks Scott Waldryn and Mike Joyce.
"Camp Atheism" appears in THE VIG OF LOVE (Glass Lyre Press, 2016).
Last line is perfection.*
Enjoyed.
Especially like the placement of the mirror near the middle. Good poem, Bill. *
This poem shows what Bill does best--inventive, creative, engaging writing.
First line made me laugh, the body of this poem is marvelous, the ending indeed perfect.
Don't know much about poetry, but this was fun. *
Her verb was accepted, but your noun will be declined.
Thank you, Amanda, Gary, Sam, Darryl, Marcus, Matt, and Samuel for reading and commenting.
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Would use of a list. *
I meant, wonderful** use of a list. Whoops!
Echo: Samuel Derrick Rosen and Loren A. Moreno. *
May be cliched to say but I like this. *
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Clichéd as a butterfly as an emblem of becoming.
Clichéd as a blossom as a metaphor of maturation.
A poem is a mirror, he said reflectively.
Thanks, Alex, Loren, Ann, John, and Nonnie.
*, Bill. Hard to make good art from malaprops, but you have here. I'm still smiling as I type this. Good work.
The passive voice in this sentence really bugged me.
"Her verb was accepted, but your noun will be declined."
Which is exactly what I'm sure you meant it to do. If you didn't, don't tell me, I won't be told. It was liked as it is.
I love this poem for being so smart and snarky, and yes, that last line is an absolute killer.
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Thank you, David, Steven, and Deborah.
Such poignant word play. Much enjoyed.
Wonderful, playful,delightful.*
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Thank you, Epiphany.
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Thanks, Charlotte!
Glad I didn't miss this one. "Do not operate while urinating." I'm still laughing, perhaps indicating my IQ score.
You might want to fact-check the last line.
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Great comment, Larry! Thanks!