WHAT THE HELL

Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like

Five Pentagraphs ~ poetry by Kevin Brennan

Here’s my introductory batch of pentagraphs — poems of five lines, five words each — from TDH. I’d love to see more of these coming in!

The Disappointed Housewife

1
I paid the entrance fee
To Elvis Aaron Presley’s mortal
Grave, there in Memphis, Tennessee.
What did I learn there?
He was thee and me.

2
I tried to walk down
To the sylvan river Wye.
But the field was muck
And mined with cow dung,
And clouding the air, flies.

3
Inevitably we hit a roadblock
When we start chasing dreams.
Then it’s a matter of
Surrendering and turning back or
Smashing through the goddamn thing.

4
Where there’s smoke there’s fire,
Where there’s fire there’s ash.
The universe is apparently expanding.
Time waits for no man.
That’s about all we know.

5
Dad and I were estranged,
As it had to be.
Often, I wondered about him,
And he, probably, about me.
Better than the unfought fights …


Kevin Brennan is Editor of The Disappointed Housewife. Pentagraphs are poems of five lines, five words per line.

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