Tony Hoagland

(1953 - / North Carolina / United States)

Jet - Poem by Tony Hoagland

Sometimes I wish I were still out
on the back porch, drinking jet fuel
with the boys, getting louder and louder
as the empty cans drop out of our paws
like booster rockets falling back to Earth

and we soar up into the summer stars.
Summer. The big sky river rushes overhead,
bearing asteroids and mist, blind fish
and old space suits with skeletons inside.
On Earth, men celebrate their hairiness,

and it is good, a way of letting life
out of the box, uncapping the bottle
to let the effervescence gush
through the narrow, usually constricted neck.

And now the crickets plug in their appliances
in unison, and then the fireflies flash
dots and dashes in the grass, like punctuation
for the labyrinthine, untrue tales of sex
someone is telling in the dark, though

no one really hears. We gaze into the night
as if remembering the bright unbroken planet
we once came from,
to which we will never
be permitted to return.
We are amazed how hurt we are.
We would give anything for what we have.


Comments about Jet by Tony Hoagland

  • Paresh Chakra (12/12/2018 4:56:00 AM)

    and it is good, a way of letting life
    out of the box, uncapping the bottle
    to let the effervescence gush
    through the narrow, usually constricted neck.
    This stanga is very amazing
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  • Brian Jani (6/22/2014 1:53:00 PM)

    Good job, this poem.is enjoyable and is rich in vocabulary (Report) Reply

  • (3/5/2006 8:50:00 PM)

    Nicely written. Words that flowed

    Patricia
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  • (11/29/2005 5:14:00 PM)

    There's a lot under the surface of your poems. I like them all although I'm more an iambic pentameter man myself. I rhyme all the time and use assonance once or twice a year Let's have more (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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