Wednesday, September 2, 2015

JD DeHart- Three Poems

Drag Racing

a stretch of experience
with dotted line between

they rode late one night
filling the earth
with sounds of crashing

no red light, no heeding
no blinking lights to catch

a faceless town, devoid
of citizens, cresting a hilltop
and suddenly not alone.


this the measure
of space to space
arm to finger and nose
to mouth
reason to faith and vice
mind to speech and verse
to prose


they called the white coat
to come flapping in

with careful latex finger
he (she?) ran over evidence

extracting filaments
unseen factors

then speaking in prescription
language and test tube smiling
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher.  His chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is currently available on Amazon.

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