Jeff Buddle
Jeff Buddle’s fiction and poetry have appeared in the Cimmaron Review and the Naugatuck River Review. He lives in Queens, NY. He works as a Content Marketing Director in a Manhattan office building.
Towards a New(ish) Poetry
1) The poet laughs at an online video.
2) The poet drinks a beer.
3) The poet wonders what the man operating the jackhammer outside his window is thinking.
Don’t worry
it’s just a poem:
Five images to improve upon:
- a mound of smoldering ashes
- the way the headlights pan the windowpanes at night
- leather shoes with worn-out soles
- a three legged-table with a wobble
- manacles of rusty iron
4) The poet eats a plate of enchiladas.
5) The poet orders a book from amazon.com.
6) The poet forgets to mail a letter.
It’s okay.
Nobody reads poetry:
Five unreal things:
- a coffee cup
- a clock showing the wrong time
- a book opened on the floor
- a man parking his car
- an unmade bed
7) The poet drinks another beer.
8) The poet washes his hands.
9) The poet thinks about getting a real job.
Two images that may (or
may not)
be in the
poet’s apartment:
- a pan still greasy from last night’s meal
- a red “X” on the calendar
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