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Jumping Jim's Poetry Emergency - Poem
Literary Review, Spring, 2001 by J.C. Ellefson
First, you forget what anything is--you only know what things are like. Your hair catches fire, turns white, and stands on end--while the visions come copiously, in color, and at least once or twice a night. And then the wanderings, the articulate ramblings, the purchase of the service revolver. You're forced to one platitude after another: starry nights, black moons, full lips, somebody's exquisite vulnerable ass, and of course, wine wine, wine--until you ask: Is there gas in the truck? And Yes--there's gas in the truck--so you launch yourself into high speed expressive intoxication, leaving a trail of blue lights, until it's the end of the road for Jumping Jim and his dog, Woe. You've arrived--and with only one credible explanation: Your Honor, I'm afraid there's been a poetry emergency.
J.C. Ellefson teaches writing and literature at Champlain College, where he is the Poet-In-Residence
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