J. K. Durick is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His
recent poems have appeared in Decades
Review, Poetryrepairs, Third Wednesday, and Up the River.
Perilous
A
peril awaits
measures
and maneuvers
in
place
snuggles
and snickers
complicates
things
still
we step off the curb
into
oncoming traffic
expecting
nothing
light
up too near the gas pump
inhale
deeply
take
the turn too fast
without
signaling
take
another dose
without
reading the label
take
another drink
then
decide to drive home
peril
awaits us we know
but
go against the flow
against
their wishes
their
best advice
go
along just to see
how
it will all end
peril
waits for us
dresses
the part
knows
us well waits
the
proverbial banana peel
is
as real
like
a downed power line
a
rickety bridge
the
deal too good to miss
the
stranger calling us over
to
his dark and sinister car.
A Curious Case
That family
disappeared
Ain’t it
weird ain’t it weird
They
disappeared in their fairlane
Known as big
blue
The father, the
mother, and the other two
That perfectly
perfect pair some say
Their children
all dressed in their cliché
Of chocolate
cones and wishing bones
And hearty
moans for dad’s bad jokes
And for older
folks
They never
feared
Ain’t it
weird ain’t it weird
That family
disappeared
Disappeared
down the street
No great feat
for them
Round the bend
To a just
supposed end
We never can
mend or revive ‘em
Save ‘em or survive ‘em
They’ve become
a point in time
A trick, a fix,
a crime
Waving forever
from the corner
Never a wake,
never a mourner
Never those
marks of consolation
For they never
reached their destination
But remain
somewhere unseen
Perhaps
somewhere in between
For somewhere
short of their mark
They were eaten
by the dark
Ain’t it
weird ain’t it weird.
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