I live in Fairfield, Connecticut with my wife and try to write a little poetry when not visiting my children in Boston, Philadelphia and California. I teach special education and English at Joel Barlow High School. I've had poems in The Southern Review, Rattle, Cortland Review and elsewhere. www.jackpowers13.com/poetry/
Two Poems Walk into a Bar
It's not that I don't want to talk,
but I've got nothing to say to you, Poetry.
Nothing that hasn't been said.
The sonnets alone have covered love.
And death? Aren't they all about death?
I guess I'm speaking about loneliness. No,
Poetry, you talk to me instead. Let me feel
what you've felt, see what you – Laugh what you've laughed?
Sure. Two poems walk into a bar… And? Ouch!?
No. Poetry, listen: two poems walk into a bar.
They buy a round for the house, play some pool,
lead the bar in song. Later that night
under a cue ball moon, little poems are conceived
all over town. No one is lonely again.
Originally Appeared in The Dos Passos Review
©2016 Jack Powers
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