Thursday, July 20, 2023

Mike Mulligan, part 2

I am Mike Mulligan-like for today

I wrote more poems today [than I’ve writ] in a week or ten or twenty


There’s only one way that that could be true

Is if you had Mike Mulliganed the poems you grew

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It’s as if I’ve channeled Handel and the Hobbit,

Joan of Norwich and Tom Thumb

And Ann Weems now, all in one

And yet these poems are all spraygunned

And I’m speaking all the poems he grew

When I was coming undone

What if it hadn’t snowed and we had gone to Steven’s Point? [for Claire’s concert on 12/2]

Would no poems have flowed?

Would there be no anoint?