Two Poems by Mel Burkeet
You're Century Gothic
You coy hinge, occurring here, center
trench tonight. Your theory once gritty,
then thin, once ice. Tiny touchy honey
out crying to the county youth. You itchy
notch, you’re rough right through you
root. You enrich the choir, the chore,
the concert, the cough. Cut your cornet, hi
your hornet, you grouchy cogent neurotic
not. Through intercutting hunger, retouchin
yogurt: hi cutie, crouching crotch. Couchin
cot, rogue irony ringing ought. Rotten otter
gotten goth, you urge, you contrite Huguenot.
Corn or corner, core ochre, too. Retching rice,
tighten your trot. You, the heroic corgi, erotic
choice. Chic yurt, the goer or the gone.
The goner, the gutter, young throne, hung
thrice. Hectic itchy ethnic cinch, etching ech
ghetto tonight. Eyeing ichor, I hunt nice.
And I’m Garamond
And dragon and manor and grand
nomad. A dorm on Organ Road, a
Grand Am damn mad. Grandma
and manga and Dan among a groan.
Go on Dad, goar an oar, drag a dam,
random nagging ramrod man. Moon
on roam or room on moan. Rang an
ran a random and. A Roman aroma,
adorn a door. God of Radon, Dog o
Or. Drama dogma grandma roar.
Mood doom madam, mod magma
Adam. Odd Madonna ad, nada no
mod and or and or and Mammon.
MEL BURKEET’s poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Gulf Coast, WebConjunctions, and Best American Poetry. She won Narrative’s 2014 poetry contest and was a finalist for this year’s Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry Fellowships from the Poetry Foundation. She lives in Columbus, Ohio and teaches at an urban public middle school.