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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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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