Jonathan William Stout: One Poem


The graveyard boulevard is exactly that highway
One heading North to Solon & remembrances
Of drowsy   oozy hours  dripped &  dropped
Never much were glory to morphine drip, Frankie—
But Samuel had his rage again.    Joshua a broken nose or
Leaving Grams to herself for Turkey Day  song
Of not-burgeoning  rotunda collapse  damage
Control   toupee of the day   my carriage:
Hemorrhage of dismay with Chicken Noodle Soup
There was only good through an act outside human
Good   at least that’s what Lila had known   picked
Carrot mutant granary disparaged chute continuum
All instruction manuals “dried up”   they were fucking
Burnt night a basic seduction when shelter is reality.

Jonathan William Stout is a visiting assistant faculty in the Rhetoric Department at the University of Iowa. J.W. received a B.A. from Pacific Lutheran University and an M.F.A. from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Work has been published, or is forthcoming, in Prelude Magazine, the Iowa Review Online, Poetry is Dead, Horsethief, and elsewhere. “The Dream of Zukofsky” was a finalist for the 2017 Omnidawn Chapbook Contest.

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