Jonny Brackney

Rookie (September 26th,1988 / Louisville, Kentucky)

Chirping - Poem by Jonny Brackney

leave your dead heart

at the door

keep your language in check

to them, a simple joke

could be a knife to the

neck

don't laugh

it isn't funny

all the stories

she tells

she's heard about your name

and she's giving you

hell

....a few hours later


she's turning at the door
smile dripping with delight
and her mouth starts

chirping

'you know? ...

it's too bad you won't

remember this'


Comments about Chirping by Jonny Brackney

  • (1/24/2012 5:22:00 PM)


    I stared blankly at the screen after reading this...kind of blown away. I think Scotty sums it up nicely in his comment so I'll shut up. Great read. (Report) Reply

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  • Scotty Dogg (12/27/2011 2:07:00 PM)


    I think what I like most about your stuff is we(the reader) never go where we think we're going. I always think I got a hold on what the poem is going to do, and then it drops off the edge of the table and lands in my lap. Love the second person narration too. I think second person point of view works really well in poetry. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 27, 2011


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