Eight Senryu Poems
there's a lot more to wrestling an angel than I thought
an excuse to sit in the sun
jotting cryptic notes
gazing at clouds
I better keep the donor card
someone's going to need
the skin of my teeth
city bus
a bitter face on the way
to sainthood
she knew the precise moment snoods entered the zeitgeist
as synchronicities piled up
we shared our pathologies
and frozen pizza
you should tell them it's rhetorical when you ask
why sneakers in the dryer always sound
like Cromwell's army on the cellar stairs
we watched the extortion on tv
in my father's house
we used pliers to change the channel
Patrick Sweeney is a short form poet and a devotee of the public library.
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