Today's poem is by Joshua Harmon


At first the smash-up seemed joyous,
inevitable: a compulsion on which I could rest
the weight of my dwindlings.

Old electricities scuffle through
older houses still harboring the spirit
of spirit, hard-wired for victory

celebrations too late to save
the pressures of presence, another
hollered effort ungaining us:

0 polymered air! My discontent
looks fetching on you, and three point two
million people have texted their agreement.

Dear commercial memories: here is a simple
envelope in which to stow a few minor anxieties.

Copyright © 2006 Joshua Harmon All rights reserved
from Green Mountains Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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