The Blocked Toxin
by Bill Yarrow
You try everything: a sushi poultice,
leather encapsulators, wearing gloves
on your feet. Nothing works. You seek out the
shaman who works part time in the massage
parlor. He directs you to his bookie
who knows a practitioner of caudal
alignment. Jesus! Enough already!
Try lying down and sucking on a hard
candy. Search for images of Bruegel
the Elder. Listen to chickadees. Join
LinkedIn. Stare at the exposed joists in the
reconditioned church. Yawn. Hum “Wipe Out.”
It doesn't matter. Whatever you do,
it's just an enjambment of your stanza.
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Author's Note
This poem appears in WRENCH (erbacce-press, 2009).
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"Try lying down and sucking on a hard candy," is a good line.
The endless search for that remedy to solve whatever the problem may be. This made me smile all the way through.
And isn't it always this way: "Whatever you do, it's just an enjambment of your stanza." And although 'enjambment' means something else entirely, for me it was a stand-in for the problem.
Disclaimer: me is to poetry as guy at baseball game yelling 'touchdown!'... but I like this. I think anyone who's danced with the muse can appreciate all you say. good deal, Bill.
I like this one a bunch. Fun stuff. Original use of language.
Bill - nicely done! Never seen enjambment used in a poem. Ya made it work!
Facebook probably caused the dilemma in the first place!
Excellent voice - and good advice.
Now if that isn't poison, I don't know what is.
Love this Bill!!!
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