Poetry Jacob Oet — June 17, 2013 15:36 — 0 Comments
Porcupine – Jacob Oet
I look to the ocean.
A house floats by
surrounded by bees.
Inside two children
cower against a wall
wearing their fathers’
galoshes.
The porcupine knows
of all this
and much more.
He likes to sing about it.
He sings so much
I hate to hear it
although it was once
beautiful, startling, and true.
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What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
