Collage: A Poem in the Manner of Brooks Roddan

Collage

I wear a green tee shirt

whereon the words

“what else must I do with my life?”

are written.

My shirt’s worn below a purple nose

and a head of white hair.

When I reach down

to touch my knees

It hurts like hell.

I must have torn the cartilage

between poetry and prose,

a solemn occasion indeed.

Stooped in supplication

I vow to rise once again in full glory

and blow my nose free

of impediment…

(to be continued)

Cornered Chairs, 2023, installation, courtesy of the artist and Readymade Gallery, Fresno, Ca. Photo credit: Thomas Fuller.