7/15/2017 Poetry by Darren C. DemareeWHAT 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. ![]() 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/ Comments are closed.
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