Prose Poetry: A Quick Thought and a Poem

Been working on some new poems and new styles. New favorite style at the moment: Still the prose poem! Yay! A form offering great variability in grammatic structure and presentation. The following piece I wrote sitting down outside Champagne Cafe in South Coast Plaza. Nice little place to rest your legs with a great sandwich and, if you’re like me, an outside seating area perfect for smoking a cigar with lunch and a book. Over all good food and atmosphere. Think you all would like it.

–Call Me Life, You, or Myself–

In my lungs is a bag of marbles. When my heart turns over, I can feel them humming between breaths. The pistons in my heart drive hummingbird wings, I forgot how to use them a decade ago after I found them in the garden out back. They said coyote left ‘em there for me, along with this thing called a name. Somedays I forget how that sounds too, but the marbles remember it, hum it across my ribs when my eyes are shut and I can hear the trumpets in my spine.

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