A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
The three of us make music.
We don’t care what we eat.
The outside world is tragic.
We turn away from logic.
We laugh; then we create.
The three of us make music;
The three of us make magic
With broom, and can, and plate.
The outside world is tragic.
We’re unapologetic,
And take what we can get.
The three of us make music
As daily anesthetic
For disappointed fate.
The outside world is tragic.
But tripartite aesthetic
Is like laughter, long and sweet.
The three of us make music.
The outside world is tragic.
Kim Bridgford is the director of the West Chester University Poetry Center and the West Chester University Poetry Conference. Recently she was the recipient of a fellowship from the Ucross Foundation. Her most recent book is Bully Pulpit (White Violet Press, 2012); Epiphanies (David Robert Books) comes out in 2013.