Ephram Pratt Lines the Barbed Wire Fences

Tonsil brushes inhabit
the low lying ridges

found in the absolute
manifestations of

a blue salad,
wallowing slowly

and singing a sad
geriatric philodendron.

Bend the tiny willows
into thorn bushes,

let them generate
and reproduce,

like starlings
lining barbed wire fences,

in Idaho summers,
allied with Job and Eli

entering the softest
jello found at the picnic,

narrowly escaping
the summer solstice,

burning holes in
the backs of soul slickers.



Jack Lorts

About Jack Lorts

Jack Lorts poems have appeared widely in little and literary magazines over the past 40+ years, including Arsenic Lobster, Fishtrap, High Desert Journal, Haggard & Halloo, etc. His most recent chapbooks are "Dear Gilbert Sorrentino & Other Poems" (Finishing Line) and "The Meeting Place of Words" (Pudding House). He is currently Mayor of Fossil, OR.
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