Patrick Sweeney


Some Short Form Poems




eating salmon roe on the bumpy uptown bus




eating a slice of Lebanon baloney on a Philadelphia porch in 1959




all day waiting to be arrested or summoned to Rome




asking my father to whisper in my ear




he was the kind of man who never dreamed he was a butterfly




he was a blue-eyed pointillist in a digital age




a desiccated dragonfly twisting in the gray yarn of a winter web




Easter Sunday: the breathlessness of Judy Garland 




today I saw a boy with grass stains on his knees




cigarette cherry ripening on the porch across the street




the liturgical act of sweeping plum petals off the path




thousand-year pine musk in the shatter zone

Patrick Sweeney is a writer of short form poetry and devotee of the public library.

 
 

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