The Poetry Of..
Jeff Crouch.........................................................
dragonfly spring for brilliant listening
a fish flip flopping skirt hot pink flies
up where mother's nest is bird beak
faulting teeth are prize children without
a picnic skimming tadpole talent
my pretty pretty
my pretty pretty touches me
pig, elephant, cat, cow, dog
rough hide, leather, furtive
my pretty pretty touches me
special treatment
reach now touch the soft finger of a corpse
toss the lilt tilt of your neck down
shoulder hold your hair heir who I am
theft
flawed except but its weight in fertile dirt
coughing my father dollar bill pill bottle
welfare check loafers mold curtain sash
with eyes roll dinner beer for breakfast
beside the railroad watching his samples
jar after jar after jar of toxic crime uncertain
but awaiting a death ships him talent
hidden remains rifle through his wallet else
(I rarely do this, but because Jeff is a new contributor to Blue House- and because I always hope the poets will be pleased with they way they are presented here- I am including my original response to Jeff's submission. His poetic tempo gladdened me, and this description of his writing style tickled him~ so here it is.)
"You have an intriguing 'strobe light ' style of writing, Jeff. Reading you is almost like reading another man's "brain shorthand"-- with one thought, one image calling up the next-- entirely outside of the smoother structure we're used to seeing when someone is communicating.
What you are doing is setting off a string of firecrackers- fast- very fast, and the eye blinks constantly and runs to catch up. I very much like the shorter poems for this style...the snapshot ones, these shorts- pack a wallop."
- Karen
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