He Holds an Expired Visa and a Monday Grudge
by Bill Yarrow
What recalcitrance of personality
occludes the possibility of love?
I see so many knitted in demons.
Somehow the world survives, just barely.
The brides are smiling, but for how long?
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Author's Note
This poem appeared in the March 2011 issue of Negative Suck.
Thank you, Jeff Callico.
The poem appears in Pointed Sentences (BlazeVOX, 2012).
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How long indeed? Bullseye. *
Yes *!
I really like the pivot line, Bill - "I see so many knitted in demons."
Good poem.
in the manner of a greek tragedy, but with a sock in the mouth to muffle the east coast accent...and i learnt a new word, too. *
Yeah, love is the answer. To almost everything. Expired visa, maybe not.
Nicely done. . .fave
Gets on the train at insinuation station. Get's off in Connecticuttttt.
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Did this appear in a special "Positive Suck" edition of Negative Suck? f'd
I've endured so many visa issues, but none like this. *
Chilling and subtle (as a sledge hammer)
My mind must have been daisy sniffing today when I first read this, Bill. It was so subtle, I didn't get it. Now I do. Excellent comment on the "present" condition of the human condition.*
You get a * for the best title of the year. Fantastic.
Short but hits the sweet spot. *
Read it again. You do so much with 5 lines.
This is what I often talk about when it comes to poems that aren't slaves to the image. I'm tired of poetry that thinks obcurity and confusion are genius. Poems like this prove you don't have to have a single image to have a strong poem.