If these lines were edible, I would call this a progressive dinner. But they’re not, and I’m not sure this qualifies as progressive poetry. But I guess it’s not completely regressive – at least the whore of Babylon didn’t show up here…
The most satisfying sight in the world is
when it is scrunched in
laughter and I can barely breathe-
leaving me beyond curious
of how your soul chose mine.
Sometimes good friends meet up in cozy little cafes in the middle of Jackson, KY. They talk about life and love and the pursuit of happiness. They people watch and eat their lunch. They share memories of childhoods over hot drinks and pressed sandwiches.
Other times, they meet up and pass poetry around the table. Each adding lines to the poem started by the friend to their left. And it is fun.
if i keep staring at random
things out the window i am likely to stop.
stop moving. stop listening.
yet completely absorbed in the details of
life lived through other eyes
while i sit, alone, emptying of memories