Poem In My Pocket

 Poem 29

This is the poem
that can't be
heard.
It will never be 
spoken,
only sung in the body
like a frayed wire, 
scutched and twisted,
humming toward
ungrounded
assumptions.
© 2010 by Kathryn Feigal. All rights reserved. 

National Poetry Month

In honor of National Poetry Month, I will be writing a poem a day. 

Warning: this will NOT be pretty - 

proceed at your own revulsion/ridicule rate.

It usually takes me months, sometimes a year to write a poem.

April Fool, 

(written on the 1st)

You were the main attraction,

but the film broke.

Now you're a horror flick,

with limited engagement.

Nausea Vu

(April 2)

I've seen you before, 

or someone like you,

or someone like someone like you.