Contributor: Thomas Zimmerman

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My teeth do float more loosely in my head
these days. I’m tired, home from work, just dead
awake, a beer in front of me. That’s good
guitar I hear: a new, discordant disc
is on the stereo, but words, for mood,
are raging bores tonight. I feel no risk,
my journal’s out, I write what comes to blind
me: “Dots of mist are drying on my new
blue coat, each one a dying world.” My mind
is all puffed up with fakes of things a few
cool poems by other men have said. I close
the new Selected Blah-Blah-Blah of So-
and-So, rethink my foredoomed plan to lose
myself in verse. The dog wants out. Let’s go.


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Thomas Zimmerman teaches English at Washtenaw Community College, in Ann Arbor, Michigan. His chapbook "In Stereo" has been published as part of The Camel Saloon Books on Blog series.