{"id":3452,"date":"2012-05-15T02:14:48","date_gmt":"2012-05-15T02:14:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/poetry\/?p=352"},"modified":"2012-05-15T02:14:48","modified_gmt":"2012-05-15T02:14:48","slug":"5-poems-from-donavon-davidson-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2012\/05\/15\/5-poems-from-donavon-davidson-2\/","title":{"rendered":"5 Poems from Donavon Davidson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Scene XV<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>In which Hamlet&#8217;s piteous sigh<\/em><br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em> is heard by Ophelia<\/em><\/p>\n<p>We make love every time<br \/>\nshe says I have to see a man about a horse<br \/>\nbehind a carriage<br \/>\nnothing easy<br \/>\nis forever a good thing<br \/>\nwhat makes Sammy run<br \/>\nto the book depository<br \/>\nlife is a bowl of cherries<br \/>\non the side of the road<br \/>\na bed of roses<br \/>\neverybody lays on the ground<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s life and only life<br \/>\nis David Lynch singing through a vocoder<br \/>\nslow down<br \/>\nall good things to those who wait<br \/>\na shot in the dark<br \/>\ninvitation to love<br \/>\na moment of clarity<br \/>\nfor old times&#8217; sake<br \/>\nwe embrace the truth<br \/>\nperforming a disappearing act<br \/>\naccording to the laws of gravity<br \/>\nholding each other meant everything<br \/>\nwe never spoke when spoken to<\/p>\n<p>_____________________________________<\/p>\n<p><strong>Scene XVI<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>In which Rosencrantz and Guildenstern<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;bend to Hamlet&#8217;s understanding<\/em><\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s better to have loved<br \/>\nto never love at all<br \/>\nthe world behind a curtain<br \/>\nis better left unsaid<br \/>\nif love makes the world go around<br \/>\nsaying things about my mother<br \/>\nbehind my back<br \/>\nthe stage resembles the usual tragedies<br \/>\nyou called to say it&#8217;s over<br \/>\nthe hill with a ruined church<br \/>\neveryone thinking is haunted<br \/>\nHalleluiahs on headstones<br \/>\nfor years no one picks up<br \/>\nthe receiver refused to accept the charges<br \/>\nthe front door was always open<br \/>\nthe lights were always blue<br \/>\nT.V. selling weight loss<br \/>\nthrough the bedroom door<br \/>\nthe lights were always blue<br \/>\ntying one on<br \/>\nout on a flesh toned limb<br \/>\nevery cloud has a silver lining<br \/>\nif it&#8217;s not one thing it&#8217;s another<br \/>\nget behind me Satan<br \/>\nsay hi to my mother<\/p>\n<p>_____________________________________<\/p>\n<p><strong>Scene XVII<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>In which Polonius reveals Hamlet&#8217;s<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;distemper to king and queen<\/em><\/p>\n<p>step back for a second<br \/>\nlook before you leap<br \/>\nout of the frying pan<br \/>\nthe critics say you were forced<br \/>\nto find your feet<br \/>\nwithout a leg to stand one<br \/>\nmetaphorically speaking<br \/>\nyou fell head over heels<br \/>\nanatomically speaking<br \/>\nno one could save you from yourself<br \/>\nacting without a heart<br \/>\nin the apple of your eye<br \/>\nan arrow isn&#8217;t needed to blind<br \/>\nso far as we can see<br \/>\nspiritually speaking<br \/>\nevery wedding needs a shotgun<br \/>\nto help us learn by failure<br \/>\nspeak now or forever hold your peace<br \/>\nblind folded or execution style<br \/>\nthe easy way is just as hard<br \/>\nto reach for the sky<br \/>\nyou never had a chance<\/p>\n<p>_____________________________________<\/p>\n<p><strong>Scene XVIII<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>In which Hamlet tells Polonius<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;conception is a blessing<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I think I can make the world a better place<br \/>\nI hide the revolver<br \/>\nin the shape of my hand<br \/>\nbetween a knocked over lamp and white sheet<br \/>\nyou tied up beautifully<br \/>\ndisguised as a compliment<br \/>\nwe called room service<br \/>\nour lady of the sweet hereafter<br \/>\nlet it be known we will eat with our mouths closed<br \/>\nuntil further notice<br \/>\nthe intended program will be interrupted<br \/>\ndue to icy conditions<br \/>\ndue to the fact I think I can<br \/>\nnever search through your hair with my fingers<br \/>\nloaded and half in the bag<br \/>\nyou said it looks like a bird, a plane<br \/>\nexploding in flight, you said<br \/>\ntake a picture<br \/>\nit will last longer<\/p>\n<p>_____________________________________<\/p>\n<p><strong>Scene XIX<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>In which Hamlet greets Rosencrantz<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and Guildenstern at the prison gates<\/em><\/p>\n<p>you&#8217;ll have to forgive my body<br \/>\ncoming on too strong<br \/>\nwhen push comes to shove<br \/>\naround the wishing well<br \/>\na picture is worth a thousand words<br \/>\nthat only makes it worse<br \/>\nto be seen believing<br \/>\nI answer to no one<br \/>\nI enter a doctor&#8217;s office<br \/>\nobsessed with nautical art<br \/>\nI know is only a theory<br \/>\ndifferent knots serve only one purpose<br \/>\nto heal the sick<br \/>\nwith a slight air of entitlement<br \/>\nsometimes it comes in the form of a friend<br \/>\nmore than a friend<br \/>\nsaying it isn&#8217;t you it&#8217;s me<br \/>\nslipping a life line around your neck<br \/>\nit&#8217;s safe they say<br \/>\nit only makes it worse<br \/>\nto learn my name<br \/>\ntaken once in the morning and once in the evening<br \/>\nside effects include dancing<br \/>\nwhen no one is looking<br \/>\nfor all the right reasons<br \/>\nsinging in the shower<br \/>\nwhen no one is listening<br \/>\nfor the landing of a coin<br \/>\nin a well<\/p>\n<p>_____________________________________<\/p>\n<p><strong>Scene XX<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>In which Hamlet recounts the players<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;modest cunning<\/em><\/p>\n<p>everything is conditional<br \/>\nif I am on top of her<br \/>\nfalling into a dark hole<br \/>\nI give until it hurts<br \/>\nher pussy is the center of the universe<br \/>\nif it looks too good to be true<br \/>\nshe&#8217;s been practicing her whole life to get it right<br \/>\nif it&#8217;s the first or last thing she&#8217;ll ever do<br \/>\nmy secret will be safe<br \/>\nwhen I was twelve my brother called me a pussy<br \/>\nsurrounded by a scary group of givers and takers<br \/>\nI was the center of the universe<br \/>\nif it rained in Indiana<br \/>\neverybody got wet<br \/>\nif I took a shot<br \/>\nI gave until it hurt<br \/>\nif things were not the way they were<br \/>\nI wouldn&#8217;t be here<br \/>\ndying in some private way<br \/>\nif it really mattered how I began<br \/>\nI would have let them teach me a lesson<br \/>\nif the center of the universe show itself to you<br \/>\na mirror is broken every time<\/p>\n<p>_____________________________________<\/p>\n<p><strong>Donavon\u2019s<\/strong> poems have appeared in many online and print journals, most recently in: Barnstorm, Juked, The Fiddleback, Prick of the Spindle, Oak Bend Review, Pirene\u2019s Fountain, The Montucky Review, Spork, 3:AM, Anti-, and MiPOesias. He received his MFA from Goddard College and currently teaches writing at the Community College of Vermont.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Scene XV In which Hamlet&#8217;s piteous sigh &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; is heard by Ophelia We make love every time she says I have to see a man about a horse behind a carriage nothing easy is forever a good thing what makes Sammy run to the book depository life is a bowl of cherries on the side [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3452","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3452","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3452"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3452\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3452"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3452"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3452"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}