With Mr. Jones: Collaborations—'11

(Line for line… tit for tat.[..:])

 

{1.}

 

My house is kind of small

but bigger than my kitchen

And in my kitchen there’s a lamp

that’s bigger than my fist

Please don’t touch the dog’s food bowl

only I touch the food bowl

But really I know I shouldn’t

only my dog touches the food bowl

What an as*hole. We should have never bought that dog

and we never should have mentioned that lamp, or that fist.

They were completely irrelevant to everything else.

I’m going to have to scrap this one.

 

{2.}

 

I started to write the poem

then this happened.

And now this is happening

to that happening.

 

I happen to be happening upon a

happening.

just like every other happening.

 

Sometimes poems happen, often after

something else happens

 

I just happened to happen upon a

happenstance happening

then I started to write the poem.

 

{3.}

 

It’s either spaghetti or meatballs

that go with warm vodka

Either would probably fit

in the freezer at the store.

Maybe they’d even fit

in a cold and dim motel in Ohio.

But where would I find

A fork?

Maybe I could find one

In that motel.

 

Goodbye

my

dearest

washcloth.

You

were

good

at

scrubbing.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

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Vincent St. Clare

This poem was written by me (Vincent St. Clare) alongside M.J. ("Mr. Jones") in 2011,as part of an impromptu take on the technique of poetic 'exquisite corpse'.Other collaborative poems also appear in my catalogue of works from that period,including those I've titled "Another One with Matt! (Collaborations—2011)","#2 (Misaligned Voices Unearthed/Heartbreak Omen)—[Failed] Collab with J.D., Circa 2012",and "Two Corpses (Collaborations—‘11)".

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