“E.R. Poetry” by Marvin Klotz

Marvin Klotz


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,
What the fuck was that?

from Rattle #33, Summer 2010
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