
Hot Desk: Poetry from Michael Stratford Hutch #2
ii: for example
during the convergence
the resident’s real success
was their invention of the
forced poem
a poem with no substance
no tangy flesh or love or beauty
no forethought architecture or structure
no driving force lightning arc great fire of creation
no kindling spark or seed simply
obligation default position or lack thereof
(really it’s no bother I’ll just flog the dead bounty)
in other words no poetry to speak of
with pile-up tongues
save poetic justice
who enters the stage of my thoughts
and demands the truth:
are you in this or are you fake?
Michael Stratford Hutch completed this poem as part of the Tasmanian Writers Centre Hot Desk residency program.