Marvin Klotz

E.R. POETRY

Learned a new word yesterday—
Syn -co-pe .
Zippy, no?
Sounds somewhat like
A Scottish highland fling,
Or Cajun stew
(Without the Okra).

Mazurka music,
Courtroom briefs—
At the very least,
A Grecian holiday!

Alas, it’s none of these.
It’s when the blood
Deserts the brain
You fall down flat,
And, if fortunate,
Wake again,
Wondering—
What the fuck was that?

—from Rattle #33, Summer 2010
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