Let’s pretend
I’m riding in this skull
pulling levers pressing pedals
making this body obey my will
Let’s pretend
your little pilot is looking out
through those smokey eyes
windows to your flight deck
Let’s pretend
minds are distinct from bodies
that this chemistry felt over drinks
is more than mere instinct
Let’s pretend
it’s love
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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
This is delightfully beautiful.
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Thank you very much. It’s an old one from before I started this blog which I dusted off and made some minor revisions to since I had nothing new to share.
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You’re most welcome.
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I’m pretending, but the strings aren’t working
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You have to pull harder.
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ok ..got it .. 🐰
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Bravo! Did you write this one in the strip club?
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Thank you. I actually have a good record of this poem. It was written as part of the April 2012 Poem-A-Day Challenge. The prompt was write an “animal” poem and that was on Thursday the 26th. Since I almost always go to the club on Wednesday, I’m fairly certain it was written here in my apartment. I then submitted it to three publications over the next three years and it languished in my rejects directory until last night when I decided to publish it to the blog.
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It finally made it to the reader, what a treat!
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Thank you for reading!
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Let’s pretend we are pretending and see how far(close) we or you or me can go with this ‘so’ called ‘love’
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Let’s pretend to pretend we’re pretending to pretend. It’s simpler that way.
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