Poem Composed Entirely with Last Lines from Tony Hoagland Poems
As I was walking through the Springdale Mall
somewhere outside Pittsburgh
down into the belly of the world,
I made a word my friend
with my breathless mouth.
No one knows why
it all turned upside down
to keep both of us amused,
in chains,
and capable of saying anything —
as to make us seem magnificent.
Galloping through bubbles
of any brave new world–
and everybody passes
with his practical black eyes .
This was our marvelous punishment:
to learn something about loneliness
and clap.