Published in Stasis

·Nov 18, 2020

Be My Idol

haikus for love and adoration. — by Indy Dwyer for S t a s i s. I. I want you to be Bob Dylan and I just want to be his guitar. II. Play my strings and touch the harmonica with your lips. Sing me asleep. III. Maybe if I drink enough to see two of you I’ll love you better. IV. Held hostage by the wild and reckless thoughts of a fool. I am bound tight. V. Lovely blind woman Give away your pockets to me. I will be gone.

Poetry

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Poetry

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Be My Idol

haikus for love and adoration.

by Indy Dwyer for S t a s i s.

I want you to be
Bob Dylan and I just want
to be his guitar.

II.

Play my strings and touch
the harmonica with your
lips. Sing me asleep.

III.

Maybe if I drink
enough to see two of you
I’ll love you better.

IV.

Held hostage by the
wild and reckless thoughts of a
fool. I am bound tight.

Lovely blind woman
Give away your pockets to
me. I will be gone.

VI.

Lock me away like
the innocent Hurricane.
Never forget me.

Published in Stasis

·Oct 26, 2020

Poetry is Dead (?)

When we die, poetry is buried next to us in the coffin. I If poetry was dead, would these words come more freely? If life was so much harder than it ever was before Would not poetry be more alive than ever? …

Poetry

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Poetry

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Poetry is Dead (?)

When we die, poetry is buried next to us in the coffin.

I

If poetry was dead,
would these words come more freely?
If life was so much harder
than it ever was before
Would not poetry be more alive
than ever? …

Published in Stasis

·Sep 17, 2020

America in Two Decades.

generational pessimism, the state of big cities, and reverse brain drain is going to result in a much different looking America, very soon. 20-Something Ways to Say ‘Pessimism’ Twenty years from now, what will America look like? Will we still be burning? Will we be inching back toward utopia? …

Society

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Society

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Published in Stasis

·Sep 16, 2020

Factory Village

Another damn day of work. Great Danes usher in The congregation Looming Over white widowers No shadow cast Sending Garth and Frank off to lunch Eating Four tiny burgers French fries A coke. Long groan. Stretch to a Rise, pay their dues, Shoo them Flies as they drive West on 40 jamming…

Poem

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Poem

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Published in Stasis

·Sep 1, 2020

Diehard Charity

Charity is relative. I learned that over at the Shell station. I was driving east On I 70 And heard on NPR That Jeff Bezos had given 2 billion dollars To charity So I Googled his Net worth (this was back When you Could get away With holding your Phone in your hand While driving In Indiana) And I found out that the Chief of all The Amazon Is worth 180 Billion dollars, So…

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Poetry

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Published in Stasis

·Aug 31, 2020

Sunday Haikus That Will Change Your Life Forever.*

*not. disclaimer: strictly 5–7–5s. I. Blue Sunday breeze blows Touching the back of my neck Or is that your breath? II. The trash men are gone Left all these mattress boxes Guess we’ll just burn ‘em. III. Darn college students Bad pastels boat shoes gym shorts Where ya keep yer boats? IV. It’s Indian-uh Complaining about bugs, roads Indy 500 V. Uber still makin’ bank? Mask-makers up, Tik Tok down? Everybody smile.

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Poetry

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