sans itinerary


jumping on trains without any timetable

up before the sun
sitting in the near dark
you could use a comma
but the line break is ingrained now
thinking about literary posses &
how i’ve had my share
when it all falls apart it
feels like a cutting off of the legs
goodbye, tribe…
alone again

i spent a lot of time alone as a child
shut in a room with only a half window
sent out back to a broken swing set
watching the graveyard– there’s a poem about that
when i visit home now, papa’s grave
i don’t look that direction

i leave those thoughts unfinished because
at 44, i still only whisper
my truth

home is a strange thing to get away from

there are too many men
i am waiting for, to die
that is a fact
comma or no

reflections get garbled when you haven’t written for a while

my posses had only the best people
except that one that snuck in and took it all down
on occasion, that was me
well into when i knew better and still
love does tend to the bizarre and irrational

it’s time again to parse out my possessions
boots on the ground drill sergeant type what is
important to you

i consider it a gift, most of what i need to carry
is the intangible
resides in my head like any true poet
we get an over on the rest of the world with that one
even if those capitalistic sonsabitches don’t get it

i can see the tip of the sun now
it won’t take long

i blame the library for my need to seek out a different life
again and again and again
over-analyzing might have you believing i’m running
but i sit plenty of time in the near dark
putting things where they belong

to go untethered
suppose you could call it brave
to me it is just the sound of a life well lived
breathe in, breathe out…

the sun risen, it dips behind a cloud now
there’s coffee waiting in the other room
do you know what you can make that feeling into?
trust me, it’s motherfucking fantastic

heyyMichele McDannold is the author of the chapbook Point of Departure from COCKLEBUR PRESS and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit

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