Menhaden Poems | Examples

Escape From Chestnut's Edge

The split level blinks
	at Chestnut End under 
	twilight's tremble, ripping me, 
	the oily menhaden bait,
	from the under boot

The Chestnut dwellers bold
interrogative flushes him down 
then plunges-up the flotsam 
village scrawler

	the way you talk
	to a blooming night blooming
	to a blow-fish blown unsuspecting
	of the scuttle, skating the wake away

The insomniacs billow from
their raged ranches, wisely, 
and after supper, tumbling 
the trickster tumbledowning 
the scrawler, the baitster 
dip-fished in his own inkwell.

	Ripped and chipped 
	in my underbrush
	I hunker down loading
	the mossy mossbunkers 
	inside my spitball.
	Kicking, winding up
	tumbling down madly aiming
	for the ramshackle fence,
	escaping once again

in my handsome
lederhosen.