Image courtesy of waltarrrrr via flickr
At least the toilet mounted on
the museum wall has use value
like that flat black bumper sticker–
I saw on the hearse while I drove in reverse
through the Goodwill parking lot–read in glossy black writing–BUMPER STICKER.
this poem says it over and over
and over
over and over and over
I am a poem
in invisible ink
so that as I say it I appear
I make it appear quieter than it is
which is to say it doesn't
I am not.
Now that Patrick S. Rogers operates a truck scale at a non-ferrous metal recycler in Portland Oregon, he feels imposter syndrome with his Poetry MFA in Creative Writing from Portland State, until a lit mag like Propeller Magazine or The Gravity of the Thing decides to accept one of his poems. His wife Wendy Bourgeois, also a poet, assures him his 2 Boston Terriers, Chico Party and Dot-Dot, as well as his cat, Kurt Russel don’t care about the truck scale or the MFA.