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“when poetry won’t do” by Erek Smith

Posted in Erek Smith with tags on July 23, 2011 by Scot

“when poetry won’t do”

she was the second woman
to ever tell me
that she wished
she could love me
but no matter
how hard she tried
she felt nothing

she was staying in my apartment
while her car was broken down
and slept in my bed
next to me

i tried
to feel nothing
myself
but it
never worked

so i’d wrap my arms
around her
pull her body
into mine
and hold her
hoping to fill the void
even just for a moment

because sometimes
poetry
just won’t do.

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Two Poems by Erek Smith

Posted in Erek Smith with tags on December 3, 2009 by Scot

 I’m Beginning To Understand J.D. Salinger

it’s just not safe out there anymore
even the ones that don’t want to mug you
or murder you
are so wrapped up in their clothes
and their cars
and their money making schemes
you can’t trust any of them
 
the panic and bile in my gut
only retreats when i’m in my room
left alone to confer
with the dead
and the
roaches

Sitting In The Pew
 
on Mother’s Day morning.
 
My mother
beamed with pride
her three kids
in a row beside her
like ducklings.
 
It didn’t matter
that I didn’t
believe in god.
 
It was the first time
I’d seen her smile
in two weeks.