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Poem: “Out of the blue”

Out of the blue

By Patrick T. Reardon

Sure, paint the door with blood and get a pass.

But, tomorrow, Death’s angel will again be on the lookout.

Sure, read the litany of vitamins and sugars.

But, out of the blue, the heart strangles itself.

Sure, crouch away from the stranger here.

But, listen, aren’t we all?

Sure, stay between the white lines.

But, you know, a steering wheel slip has no conscience.

Sure, the best is yet to come.

Sure, lover come back.

Sure, someone to watch over me.

Sure, all of me.

Sure, it was a very good year.

Sure, that old black magic.

But, amen, amen, the numb mystery at the center of things

is a kernel that can’t be digested.

Patrick T. Reardon


This poem was original published in Spank the Carp 39 in 2018.  It also appears in the Spank the Carp 2018 Anthology.

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