Poetry: Selections From Chad Parenteau
Dues
Never
done.
World’s a
half-glass
type.
Holds what
you
gave,
misses all
they want.
Only
slogans
sustain.
Rest take
your
giving
until
your
out enough
to kick
away
from view.
No
time
for saints
who can’t
self care.
Roadkill
Intentions
settled,
way
to
Hell is
lit
by friends
who
said
you
were
right all along.
No Backsies
Your
enemy
didn’t
know
she was,
left your
earth
before you
could
scorch.
What you
would
do to
renounce
own final
word.
Hurt
people
love
hurting
people,
always.
Sit in
soil
sulk
with
salt sack,
hurl it
at
first
face
you see.
Ayn Rand Knew a Shitty Poet
Took a
night off second job
for her
friend’s first feature.
Fifteen
minutes, not usual three
they try
to stretch into ten.
Then the
poet starts to thank
everyone
not in attendance,
glosses
over her, then realizes
the money
is already theirs.
Now they
can earn it by
doing
nothing, read off
chapbook’s
numerous blurbs,
throw
tangents at absent family.
Next are
alleged rhyming poems
Ayn notes
how ab should follow
ab in the next verse, not ba, cb
or de,
and what the hell is this?
In each
member’s polite applause
she hears
a suicide pact of selves.
The poet’s
straw body she’ll mimic
in a
thousand useless antagonists
after they
give a smug hug
of thanks,
make her yearn for
a
physician’s cold hands
to haul
her back into bed
and give a
chilled sponge bath,
wipe her
down, body a cafeteria
tabletop,
never again to trust
any
promise of warmth again.
Chad Parenteau hosts
Boston’s Stone Soup Poetry series. His work has appeared in RĂ©sonancee,
Molecule, Ibbetson Street, Pocket Lint, Cape Cod Poetry Review, Tell-Tale
Inklings, Off The Coast, The Skinny Poetry Journal, The New Verse News,
dadakuku, Nixes Mate Review and The Ugly Monster. He
has also been published in anthologies such as French Connections,
Sounds of Wind, Reimagine America, and The Vagabond Lunar
Collection. His newest collections are All's Well Isn't You and Cant
Republic: Erasures and Blackouts. He serves as Associate Editor
of Oddball Magazine and co-organizer of the annual Boston
Poetry Marathon. He lives in Boston.
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