Searching for Poe

(To Jared)

I’m not sure what was more important to me today,
Finding Poe or haunting haunted indie bookshops,
But to The Haunted Bookshop is where my search for Poe took me,
As I flaneured my mid-morning away through this literary mecca of mid-western existence,
Existentialism, Surrealism, Situationism,
Isms of Isms, rolling schisms of schizoidality rolled through my synapses,
Taking pause from the morning readings, writings and discussions,
Having exhausted all possibilities of finding my perfecto Poe anthology of poetry and prose in other bookshops,
And having exhausted the friendly helping elves of shelves in those shoppes,
I thought it’d be perfectly apropos to find Poe here,
Having already decided I’d buy some Poe before walking through the red doors of this place which welcomed me beseeching: “Curiouser and Curiouser”,
I mean, how could this flaneuring boulevardier of psychogeographic phantasmagoria resist?
I walked out of that shoppe with a so perfect, so well used and so well read version of Poe that I wasn’t searching for,
And I can’t wait to return to my humble
Accommodations to drift away to dreamland with this old green, weathered, hardcover pocket-size version of Poe in my hands.

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, July, 2016

I wrote this poem during a weekend in Iowa City at University of Iowa’s Summer Writers Workshop. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed!

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