Poetry — June 17, 2013 15:36 — 0 Comments

Porcupine – Jacob Oet

I look to the ocean.
A house floats by
surrounded by bees.

Inside two children
cower against a wall
wearing their fathers’
galoshes.

The porcupine knows
of all this
and much more.
He likes to sing about it.

He sings so much
I hate to hear it

although it was once
beautiful, startling, and true.

Bio:

Jacob Oet is the author of four poetry chapbooks, with a fifth forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. His poems have appeared in such journals as Fugue, Cream City Review, Yemassee, The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review, and 580 Split, among others. He was recently chosen by Edward Hirsch as runner-up for the Abraham Sutzkever Centennial Translation Prize.

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney