Poetry Porch: Poetry


How to Write Poetry

by Andrew Tully 

Amongst avocadoes, the discussion turns soft as mushed oats.

Dead weight diesel engines rattle out of garaged hibernation, 
with the same rattle clutched by reptilian fingers many small years ago.

Burning tobacco in a rainstorm requires more than elongated cat guts.

Twin-edged steak knives dislodge jogging stoplights. Rusted metal tubing 
sounds slippery when wet, but both know better than to bottle seaweed.

Tornado sirens mystify the private fish-school, mandating the art of archery.

Anonymous road signs shampoo carpets of hunchbacked dogwood trees; 
despite suspicious grape leaves on parole, the banana outweighs the jackhammer.

House keys hasten a carbonated sunrise, as aluminum sideburns grace suburbs. 

Yellowed bellied sapsuckers take roadside foul shots, subsisting on eggplants, 
artichoke hearts, and diluted toilet water. Somewhere in the northern Italian Alps 

crumbles a concrete bobsled track from the 1968 Winter Olympics, as if I would know.

Copyright © 2001 by Andrew Tully.