Transistor Rodeo
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Table of Contents:
Contents
It’s in me tiny | 1
I
Three warm days in January | 5
3:summer’s day:: | 7
Topographical map | 8
Lines composed above Grasmere Lake | 9
Upon hearing news that the government was planning to
Reintroduce the wolf whistle into Yosemite | 10
Kenneth Koch’s Unfinished Sestina | 11
The parable of the napkin | 13
Theorem: why angels are jealous of humans | 14
II / Prayer
7:34 am, Styrofoam cup, metal table / Prayer | 17
12:42 pm, linen flower, glare off tinted glass / Prayer | 18
3:19 pm, white plaster, white light / Prayer | 19
4:52 pm, asphalt siding, asphalt pavement / Prayer | 20
10:25 pm, wicker basket, mechanical pencil / Prayer | 22
1:17 am, steel can, book jacket / Prayer | 23
Someplace in America
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Someplace in America | 32
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IV
Love Song | 41
Love Song | 42
Love Song | 43
Love Song | 44
Love Song | 45
Love Song | 46
Love Song | 47
Love Song | 48
V
Please don’t hate me because I’m perfect | 51
Please don’t hate me because I’m perfect | 52
Please don’t hate me because I’m perfect | 53
Please don’t hate me because I’m perfect | 54
Please don’t hate me because I’m perfect | 55
Please don’t hate me because I’m perfect | 56
Love Song
Love Song | 59
Birthday party for Mr.M | 60
Love Song | 61
Farewell Song | 62
Song | 63
Love Song | 64
Pisan Canto for C.P. | 65
Love Song | 67
Definition of Zero | 68
Acknowledgments | 69
Praise and Reviews:
"More than a prize-winning collection of poetry, Transistor Rodeo provides readers with a sharp view of ordinary life. Throughout the collection, Jon Wilkins creates a world in each poem that is vivid and earnest. Through his light, yet sharp and strikingly analytical verse, Wilkins's poems allow readers to stop and readjust long enough to notice life's invisible landscape and emotional grain."—Apalachee Review
"First off you need to know how much fun Jon Wilkins’s Transistor Rodeo is: a whole lot, a thousand afternoons of brainy, brawling, fragrant, dazzling microscopic daisies. Very few books deliver as much electricity per line, per poem, as this one does, and fewer still can sustain that charge until, crackling, imagination flashes and gives way to beauty. Whether prayer or sonnet, parable, love song, or theorem, or frequently more than one of these, a Wilkins poem ambles and darts, hesitates, notices its surroundings, changes direction, exults, and delivers us into an entirely new place. Are we changed by reading this? I think we are. Wilkins is an alchemist. Wilkins should be your alchemist."—Ander Monson, poet and essayist