Poking Things with Sticks

I poke delicate ideas

with

a

stick,

 

dreams of utopia

slowly disappear

with every fragile day

it probably

isn’t coming back

but

I hope it will,

 

I poke delicate ideas

with

a

stick,

 

explicate it

blow it like

Timothy McVeigh

sleeping alone and forsaken in

a queen sized comfortable

kiln,

 

I poke delicate ideas

with

a

stick,

 

deceased cats whore

hodge-podge

attention

from

television evangelists

isthmus

pre-conscience

forfeiture of dignity

and

domicile

masturbation on picket fences,

 

I poke delicate ideas

with

a

stick.

Brett Stout

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About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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