Troy Cochran Poems
- A Strange Attractive Power It is the cocktail hour. Too ...
- Small Things I can't eat a mountain of ice cream. Just give ...
- The Choice -new- There is a higher road that each must find, each...
- Moose Junction I still like to break the ice Of puddles ...
- On Wanting To Be Like Hafiz I want to brag my Sun outpouring...
- The Winter Sonnets Of Ebenezer...
- The Art Of Falling To shed all pretense to being good and ...
Troy Cochran is a poet, philosopher, and essayist, and founding member of the Colonial Initiative, an endeavor to encourage the development of autonomous, self-organizing colonies through operative working guilds.
Born in 1962 in Washington State, he is the second of six siblings, and served as a yeoman in the U.S. Navy, Submarine Service, Pacific Fleet, from 1985 - 1990. He has since... more »
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A Strange Attractive Power
It is the cocktail hour.
for sneaking up the chimney, bounding
out of the bubbly, over the alley,
over the rooftops
of the human
I am not one for saying grace.
I am not one for saying much of anything.
But I will Stand My Place.
I will hammer four stout nails
into the corners of my face.
I will call everyone Bob, and shake
each hand like an ape, and nod
at everyone and everything
to keep myself awake.
I will stay calm.
I will prop an elbow on the mantle,
and stand as if I wore a pistol.
I will ...