December 6, 2013

Whirligigs. ~ Brian Beatty {Poem}


Her surly, burly husband

chops at the same log all day


every day and spins whatever

way the wind blows,


getting nowhere

in every sense of that phrase.



far across the garden breeze,


his beautiful, dutiful wife

waters a flower pot to death,


whether rain’s fallen recently

or not.


Well, she pretends to, he says.

Nothing’s grown. 


She continues to smile, happy

the distance between them means


she doesn’t have to hear him

piss and moan.


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Brian Beatty Dec 6, 2013 3:36pm

Thanks for taking time to read my poem.

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Brian Beatty

Brian Beatty’s jokes, poems and stories have appeared in numerous print and online publications, including The Bark, Conduit, The Evergreen Review, Exquisite Corpse, Gulf Coast, McSweeney’s, Monkeybicycle, Paper Darts, The Quarterly and Seventeen. Brian also performs as a stand-up comedian and storyteller. He lives in Minneapolis.