John Courtney

Rookie - 8 Points (05-22-1982 / Philadelphia)

John Courtney Poems

1. When All We Give Was Pain 5/7/2013
2. I Stood On My Name In The Valley 5/7/2013
3. Have You Seen This Cat? 5/7/2013
4. The Traveling Bottle 5/7/2013
5. Sylvia 5/7/2013
6. The Injustice Of Baseball 5/7/2013
7. Waiting Room 5/7/2013
8. Strawberry Mansion 5/7/2013
9. Untitled 5/7/2013
10. Dogs Tagged 5/7/2013
11. The Suicide Parties 5/7/2013
12. Flooded Engine 5/7/2013
13. Walking To School 5/7/2013
14. Black Ice 5/7/2013
15. Bonfire Dream 5/7/2013
16. Five Foot Nine 5/20/2013
17. What Wakes A Second Fire? 6/2/2013
18. Blood Pressure Birds 6/4/2013
19. Footsteps Of The Earth Whale 6/13/2013
20. Waterproof Beach 6/17/2013
21. San Francisco 6/24/2013
22. God Lays Down Her Child 6/25/2013
23. Raining Maria Rilke 6/27/2013
24. I Promise The Fire 7/3/2013
25. I Am Convinced 7/8/2013
26. The Future Of Heaven 7/26/2013
27. Yellow Pages 7/26/2013
28. Silence Is Thirsty 7/30/2013
29. Emergency Eyes 8/22/2013
30. Indian Mortgage 8/21/2013
31. Benefits Of A Second Moon 5/7/2013
32. A Flower With Doors 5/7/2013
33. The Birds And The Killer Bees 5/7/2013
34. Saltwater Baptist 5/7/2013
35. Freshwater Bass 5/7/2013
36. Parking For Strangers 5/7/2013
37. May Procession 5/14/2013
38. A Curtain Is A Gate 5/20/2013
39. The Jack Of Knives 5/20/2013
40. Stop Holding Hands 5/20/2013
Best Poem of John Courtney

Two Dollar Bills

when I was a boy
it took two pieces of wood
and a leftover nail
to fly an airplane

and how I flew that sonofabitch!
up and down my street in famous aviation
seeking the revenge of knowledge
lifting off from a pothole of instant courage
crop-dusting the forbidden azaleas
undetected through the bumblebees
spinning cuteness under skirts
the big bomb delivered
on the head of the dragon
barking dog biscuit fire

yesterday I saw a man
on his way to Boston
from the middle of Pennsylvania
his skin was pink surgery
and his limp was fake and ...

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The Traveling Bottle

Summoning color from a flower bed
to participate in the shadows.

An apple was happy to rot
without bones to believe in.

The moon buried itself beyond travel,
a patrolling eye on a sliver of hallway light.

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