Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Couch Poem by John Dorsey

this couch smells watergate
like linda lovelace’s worst fears
like billie jean king in her prime
after a whole afternoon spent broiling in the sun
on a warm spring day

this couch smells like the gas shortage
like an unpaid mortgage
like a failed marriage
like a key party
where everyone came on foot
like the iran hostage crisis
like high school sweethearts
who will never find true love again

this couch had lunch with jimmy hoffa
this couch knows
where all of the bodies
are buried
& it isn’t

telling anyone.










About John Dorsey:

John Dorsey lived for several years in Toledo, Ohio. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including Teaching the Dead to Sing: The Outlaw's Prayer (Rose of Sharon Press, 2006), Sodomy is a City in New Jersey (American Mettle Books, 2010), Tombstone Factory, (Epic Rites Press, 2013), Appalachian Frankenstein (GTK Press, 2015) Being the Fire (Tangerine Press, 2016) and Shoot the Messenger (Red Flag Press, 2017). He is the current Poet Laureate of Belle, MO. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
He may be reached at archerevans@yahoo.com.

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