Here’s another poem from a brand new journal that I mentioned last month called Mrs. Maybe. This poem is one of my favorites. It’s by co-editor Jared Stanley.
Just Like Poor Tom’s Hair
Arcadia,
you have a moon
that you are made of,
moon grey
and copse-color,
a far gauze,
lunaire, lunaire,
motley with skin gleams,
mere in its shitfulness
like Poor Tom’s hair,
a bric-a-brac attempt,
a glint,
to hid or rest
in undergrowth.
White flag or heal-all,
you send me
kisses made of no
because I’m made of money
and don’t care what the night is for
in the capacious branch shadows.
A figured owl in the teeth
of mama nature’s last laugh.
Moon,
you can’t win.
You’re wallpaper,
a head on the ramparts,
or a compass of hinges
in a city’s sky.
Free, free, free;
we are made of fire
and you are
made of cheese.
by Jared Stanley
"Angry Hair" by Pearl, age 3.5
Mrs. Maybe enthusiasts can check out their new blog here.
Robin Reagler 
Responses to “Just Like Poor Tom’s Hair”
I have been here a couple of times, and I’m always quite impressed. Not sure if you have heard or have any interest, but there is a poetry contest that has a top prize of $10,000 and other prizes. Just click my name for the site. Whatever you do, just keep writing…
really dig that poem. thanks.