Two Poems by Matthew Guenette

Televised Sport

You’re standing at a dark podium. The auditorium (more
like a stadium) is packed.

There’s a book light but its switches are twitchy as flies.
All you get are blue wisps of smoke and a stuttering glow.

Your presentation is missing. You had it with you on your way
to the stage but now the satchel is empty.

Help! One of your advisers shouts, Let the heckling begin!
On the verge of a riot, the swerve of atoms is palpable.

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Combustion

I feel like a blip in a blooper reel. I’m reeling. It’s snowing
in April. Oh Canada, we stand on cars and freeze. A sentence

is a sentence like a girl goes by. I’m a river that creeks.
Let my mouth be a fist. Un-puppet these hands. Probably we need

therapy but I’m not going. Let’s boomerang. Oh children
of impulse, act accordion-ly. I don’t begrudge thee, rinky dink

lawn ornaments. I too believe in revelations: August and Josie dancing
to “Dancing Queen”, feeling the beats on their tangerines.

Jest is a magnum opus. We are not afraid. Something there is
that somersaults and loves. Today I pledge allegiance to the middle

of the sea. To the blue flames, baby. Oh, the blue!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Matthew Guenette Matthew Guenette

Matthew Guenette is the author of American Busboy (University of Akron Press, 2011) and Sudden Anthem (Dream Horse Press, 2008). His poems, prose, and reviews get around. He lives, works, and loses sleep in Madison, WI.

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