Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Mimicking You

Each year East Beach holds a sand castle competition. We wait for people to leave before we set out to explore the massive display and pick one to mimic. Today is the day. We pause and stare at each exhibit as if at the Louvre. You finally say you like the dragon best. I stop in front of it and set your favorite yellow pail and shovel at my feet. […]

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Melancholy Baby

bored out of my mind / so I come back to you / I always come back to you / I come back to you when I’m drunk / I come back to you when I’m not / though I’m not sure why / perhaps it’s your wicked smile / your wicked point of view / your Frank Sinatra charm / though he was a bastard too / according to […]

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Hiding Place

i am everybody’s favorite hiding place, everyone’s bedroom closet and under-the-staircases where they wrote letters as a kid and packed a suitcase to run away with, the nooks and crannies they breathed deeply in, escaped family dinners in, hurt themselves in, i am a thousand empty spaces of wood, cement, aluminum, flesh and bone, yet i don’t seem to be animated yet, a real person yet. i am a thousand […]

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Polyamory with Lonelinesses

you can love a thousand lonelinesses, no need for monogamy, you are limitless you can love the razor and the scale, that third bottle of vodka. you can love the night of karaoke with friends when you’re the only one sober as well as loving your bathtub as you sit in it alone on a friday night, starkly pale and small you can love the first kiss’s fists curled up […]

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Melissa Among Flowering Queen Anne’s Lace: Daucus carota

Walking outside. You move through galaxies. Stars flowering during mid-day hours. These small white blossoms pool, clustering around. As mingling of mosaics. Broken— pieced together without any impulse to pattern: Athena becomes the sea, becoming folds of night, foaming darkness of your hair pulled back from your eyes. Believe me, reluctant muse, even with silence, the mere action of you holding a reed of this plant to your lover represents […]

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Poems from Another Country

His voice: a train in the distance. Grackle–call. Rusty screen door. Smoke-filled memory. I dream of him wearing a coat of flames, blue-tipped divine fire burning, a holy roller, or perhaps as something other, a saint Christopher set on the car’s dash, even though the prayers sent out to him became redacted retroactively— along the Mississippi blue deltas I shift his form to the gift of poems from another country, […]

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Ballad of the World

Somewhere a mother Keeps on wishing For the touch of Her estranged son While somewhere he Keeps on wondering Why he can’t find A woman he loves While somewhere the girl He abandoned Keeps on hoping he’ll Want her back While somewhere a song Finds its ending Only to start Once again     Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most […]

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Circus of Us

malls and theatres were once less shocking filled with plainclothes strangers self-moving, staying within themselves a long sit on this bench, watching brings them out of plainclothes a platinum blonde stops at a store window looks at her reflection, opens a small purse takes out a lipstick holds it at arm’s length pulls its cover off, out leaps a two-foot butane flame the tip of which she applies briefly to […]

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Jamie’s got blue eyes

The donkey sets off unbalanced from the weight of an adolescent ride, Jamie you are more than just a teenage crush I would have you on your hands in buckets of jam on our picnic by the beach when it does not stop raining from rudeness you say the wind walks like a crab in my hair or a shadow picked apart. you say you like the waves their curves, […]

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The Sorrowful Lover Stands

a table is set in the middle of an image of the high plains. clouds white and clouds purpling sit at the wide horizon. low roll of timpani. the table is covered in white billowing in wind caught like the hem of a dress caught like hair unpinned. there are grasses in hummocks clear to the heavy sky. on the table a heavy candelabra black weighs down the shroud white […]

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