Poetry by Darren C. Demaree

WHAT WE DID TO THE PORCH LIGHT

That hovering,
undeterred
& forced modern

into our anti-
belonging
was too much

to make it through
one joint
on the porch

& because we
wanted most
of all to stomp

on that fucker,
we needed
to go buy a ladder.

We were gone
for two days.
It was noon

when we returned
& the sun
had to witness

us destroy what
turned out to be
a cheap, plastic lamp.





LOST NAMES

We’re all alive.
We have no idea
who we are.

There is a head
& a tail to each day
& because we have

no names we have
no time.  There is
a lot of question-

able licking that takes
place while we try
to pronounce

the real names
of old movie stars.
Archibald Leach,

he was a god?
Where is
the kettle corn?





AIR TO BREATHE

I bought a gun
to bury a gun.

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Bio: My poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including Diode, Meridian, New Letters, Diagram, and the Colorado Review. 

I am the author of six poetry collections, most recently "Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly" (2016, 8th House Publishing). I am the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry. 

I am currently living and writing in Columbus, Ohio with my wife and children.  darrencdemaree.com/

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