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Jim Ellis
Selfless
You make a point of hiding
the depression you hold in your hand
like a weapon.
You let yourself entertain the thought:
wouldn't it be nice this opening day
if the macho neighbor
who pumps out his sump pump
into your yard, not his,
was mistaken for a turkey.
Reading the obituary:
the Vietnam vet who told you he'd stick
your antiwar sign up your ass.
How is it possible
to be so lonely?
©2005 by Jim Ellis
Jim Ellis writes
safety training manuals for a living, and loves poets of many styles and
sensibilities. He doesn't think there's a rightful separation between
engaged and introspective poems. "Sure, it's a drag to keep saying it, but the
world's future is obviously very much in question. On the other hand,
if we
can't believe in dreams, the journey ends at birth." (Komunyakaa) Jim's
poems
have been published in Pig Iron, Thorny Locust, Vs., Zillah, Lake
Effect,
Tryst, Red Owl, Comstock Review, Kaleidoscope Review, Lilliput Review,
Dream
Fantasy, Olive Trees, Snakeskin, VLQ, Flesh From Ashes, and Unlikely
Stories.
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