Get Used to It, a new poem by Peter Sherburn-Zimmer

Get Used to It


Re-entry will be denied

to the bear and the angel

because we love our harmonica.


And the tennis court.

I can’t get there from here

to return the ball.


Telephone calls,

total recall,

we’re all immortal!

…’til we die.


Only the music and the spider

nests in the corners

below the posts…


Following two narratives, three…

we feel twisted

concerned, enfolded.


The cost of

selective imagination:

grey hairs in the keyboard.


Al Jolson. Al Jolson’s birthday,

who was telling me, it was Al Jolson’s birthday

on the wrong day?


Some of the lines

are in the wrong place,

of course.

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