by Richard Martin
I’m
not crazy
People
talk
The
television is on
And
everyone knows
Where
you are
It’s
about location
You’ve
seen the maps –
Conversation
among stars
This
is the spot where you wave
To
the Celebration Parade
Why
just the other day
I
met the love child of Walt Whitman
He
bopped me on the head
And
went to the store
For
Dr. Pepper
That
had to be a diversion
A
way of taking a topic
And
making it the main topic
What
we call in the trade
A
cosmic usurpation
There
are moments of growth
In
language
When
the god of meaning
Comes
home to narrative
And
smiles like Santa Claus
Richard Martin is the author of five books of poetry, including White Man Appears on Southern California Beach(Bottom Fish Press, 1991) and Under the Sky of No Complaint (Lavender Ink/Fell Swoop, 2013). His work has appeared in Fell Swoop, ACM, Exquisite Corpse, Gargoyle, Artichoke Haircut, Shattered Wig (post) and unarmed. He is also the author of boink!, an antimemoir, published by Lavender Ink (New Orleans, 2005) and four chapbooks. A past recipient of a NEA Poetry Fellowship, he founded and coordinated the Big Horror Poetry Reading Series in Binghamton, New York, from 1982-1996. He lives in Boston.
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