{"id":4250,"date":"2013-09-15T02:15:56","date_gmt":"2013-09-15T02:15:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=4250"},"modified":"2013-09-15T02:15:56","modified_gmt":"2013-09-15T02:15:56","slug":"3-poems-britt-melewski","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2013\/09\/15\/3-poems-britt-melewski\/","title":{"rendered":"3 Poems || Britt Melewski"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Day I Fell In Love With Kandinsky<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI meant to say C\u00e9zanne and<br \/>\nDefinitely definitely not<br \/>\nChagall.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cats are trapped<br \/>\nInside the little baby<br \/>\nApartment because I\u2019ve lost time,<br \/>\nLost the keys.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They starve.<br \/>\nStill life with Quaaludes,<br \/>\nOr apples, or breasts, I don\u2019t know<br \/>\nWhich\u2014It was the blank canvas<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThat shifted my heart: perfection<br \/>\nleft alone.  Bare unendingness.<br \/>\nPure life, or a dull stone.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n_____________________<br \/>\n<strong>The First Boy<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nOne boy said to another,<br \/>\n\u201cI bet you five dollars<br \/>\nI can move those mountains.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nFar off, near the peak,<br \/>\nwhat was left of the glacier<br \/>\nmarked the dawn sky different.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n\u201cI bet you ten dollars you can\u2019t,\u201d<br \/>\nanswered the other.<br \/>\nThe first boy began to sing.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n____________________<br \/>\n<strong>Better Than Not<\/strong><br \/>\n \t<em>\u2014after Wolfgang Laib<\/em><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe yellow spray of a decade<br \/>\nof pollen. The essence visits us<br \/>\nfor only a moment, vanishes.<br \/>\nPut it in a jar or a tin or else.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nWatching the world<br \/>\nfrom a fourth floor balcony.<br \/>\nHow it seems so slow in the silence<br \/>\nand distance. The illusion<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nof a year gone by.  People<br \/>\ncan\u2019t count to ten in the realm<br \/>\nof the spirit.  At my best<br \/>\nI can stack an oblong block<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\non top of another and have it<br \/>\nfit jointly past an eye blink,<br \/>\nonly pray I can hold onto One<br \/>\nin E minor for more than a second.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n____________________<br \/>\n<strong>Britt Melewski <\/strong>grew up in New Jersey and Puerto Rico.  His poems have appeared in Puerto Del Sol, Off the Coast, the DMQ Review and others. Melewski is an editor of Hypothetical, an online journal. He lives in Brooklyn.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Day I Fell In Love With Kandinsky &nbsp; &nbsp; I meant to say C\u00e9zanne and Definitely definitely not Chagall. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cats are trapped Inside the little baby Apartment because I\u2019ve lost time, Lost the keys. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They starve. Still life with Quaaludes, Or apples, or breasts, I don\u2019t know Which\u2014It was the blank [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4250","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4250","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=4250"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4250\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4250"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4250"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4250"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}