Hello everyone on this cold, wet fall day. Before we get to today's contribution, I just want to remind you all that the Visible Cities poetry project will be accepting submissions through Sunday, Oct. 18, so please send along your work. Now that we're in to October you can expcet a lot poems by area writers to be posted, as well as by other contributors, and updates about the public events and my chapbook, Complicated Weather. Click on the links on the right for more info about events, submission guidelines, purchasing my book or whatever. Thanks!
Now, on to the good news. Today's poem comes from Ryan Meehan of Moline, IL:
No Surprise is Ever a Quiet Surprise. Everything is Loud Somwhere.
They’ll bring sand…
And iron combs to dry their
hands like angry men
As it will stand…
Thrown from every orifice in
hell for it to cleanse
It’s Winter…It’s Winter…
Shell every picket fence…
And burn all the streets
until they finally reach the end.
And when they bring the sand
We’ll gather along with the river’s pride
And continue to stand…
It’s Winter…It’s Winter…
It’s Winter…
And drop every leather shackle and hence
Restore the glory we once had sent
And get on your knees it’s time to repent
And get on your knees it’s time to repent
And it will be like hell on earth…and hell, like
It’s Winter…It’s Winter…
And I will continue…
Until I’m in dentures…
So indentured…
BIO: Ryan Meehan is a freelance writer from Moline, IL. He is a nonpartisan non-fiction writer. He has one cat and enjoys speaking about himself in the third person to boost his ego and distract himself from the otherwise horrifying existence which he lives. He currently works in the telecommunications sector.
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