“FRIDGE MAGNET POETRY”

It is maybe
the most democratic
methods in which
the public interprets
how the poet
pulls together
a voice
a style
a body—
that unlike any other body,
sleeps leaning upright
against a cold white wall,
below the BOGO coupons.
These, although they look
free associated, ARE NOT—
Instead, they are randomly
arranged
by the same push and pull
that makes our Earth TURN
and
helps the weary explorer
find the way HOME—
or else somewhere
all together NEW.
Yes, this is common everyday
STUFF. But, the magic of magnets
is that
WE MAKE DO
with our preselected sort.
WE MAKE DO
when we are missing a subject,
adjective, or verb.
WE MAKE DO
with what we pour
from
an unopened box
and from which
we eventually lose
pieces,
words,
and then ourselves.
WE MAKE DO
and rearrange
until every line
tells it.
OR until we are bored
from not opening the
refrigerator door.
And so we do THAT often,
checking back again
and again—
just in case the eggs
ever decide— on their own—
to shuffle the dozen
or throw yolk at the produce.

narrative poem written on 11-19-2010 by: on mattkane.com
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