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I don't need advice from a gardenThe timber-fenced yardI don't need advice from a garden by oddlyaromatic
overrun with weeds and ivy leaves
says you've lost your way,
you should be eating from trees like a giraffe -
you have the neck for it, it says.
But this year's memories
are shaping up a treat:
I get out of bed, dress myself,
undress myself and get back into bed,
occasionally omitting one of the four steps,
or doing the same thing twice.
Other things happen too,
but are not reinforced by repetition
and if this year was a day, it would contain
only these four steps
and your beautiful lips.
Good Evening, and Welcome to the Poetry ReadingSince you have all come to hear poems,Good Evening, and Welcome to the Poetry Reading by oddlyaromatic
when poems are freely available in book form,
I assume you are here
because for some reason or other you felt obliged,
or this kind of thing is the kind of thing you want to support,
or maybe it just feels good to be here. That's okay too.
I'm not sure why there are so few/many of you,
but—surely—it is the prevailing condition
of poetry in this area, and such a number
in such a place represents the deplorable/commendable
level of local investment in the arts and culture,
for which those responsible should be duly applauded/castigated.
I'm afraid you will be hearing six kinds of poetry this evening,
which is to say there will be slow poems, fast poems,
loud poems, quiet poems, poems about tea, and of course,
poems that we are not really sure are poems at all,
of which this is arguably the first. Emergency exits are available
in case the rhetoric is literally inflammatory.
Heckling is permitted whenever I hold up this sign,
but at other times, for y
City 7, T. G. I. F.The city is full of Fridays -City 7, T. G. I. F. by oddlyaromatic
get the 9.30 out of town
and check out the losers
going home early.
They glance out the window.
of a road frequently travelled,
and another week done
One of them thinks of saying something,
but the bus is louder than usual
and people sit further apart.
Driver, turn off the lights;
we can sit in the dark
and you just keep on driving.
Can you feel the wind
shake this thing?
A little incident on GraftonStHe threw his head to my shoulder, bawlingA little incident on GraftonSt by oddlyaromatic
you're me only fuckin outlet
you can't go, you just can't go
I'd be fucked without you.
And I'd never seen him before in my life -
but sure I can't go now, can I?
I'm this lad's only fuckin outlet.
He'd be fucked without me.
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|I write poetry, plays, and music. I've published, read, and had work performed in Ireland and the US. I now live in Atlanta, play the banjo, and work for a small folk music label. I don't know what to do with my DA account any more, except occasional outbursts.|