W. Barrett Munn : Writing

Ich Bin

Ich Bin

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


Ich Bin From Mitch, my goldfish, I learned how to stare out the window. From a hawk on the fence outside waiting fo..
Fat Fingers

Fat Fingers

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


Fat FingersI hato thys ohpmeApolc R 4 Pi.Dud U gil ny toxt?Coff mu.Fux hiss.DON;T TESTKALL.
The Scalped Ticket

The Scalped Ticket

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I am but a single dot in a galaxy swirling red and white. I am moving with the crowd as wagon wheels explode from a cave into su..
Texting Frozen

Texting Frozen

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** There were two kinds of people once in two places, one where I lived, freedom loving Okemah and Blackwell ..
Time Traveler

Time Traveler

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Such speed I’ve never seen before or even heard of, like a shooting star dissolvinginto darkness. There went tha..
Having Fun During Bombing Runs

Having Fun During Bombing Runs

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


***Whistling is a fun thing to dowhich rhymes with blue but youprobably already knew that.What is better than a pair of lipsto give the slipto ill wil..
(A-34). Whistler was Not My Mother

(A-34). Whistler was Not My Mother

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


***I became a whistler at an early age, havingbeen blessed with a voice best suitedfor summoning bullfrogs. Practice makesbetter, and later I got a jo..
Going Places

Going Places

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


***I was never goodat mathematicsthat's probably whyI can't surf. Surfingis geometry at itsmost intense. Iwas never goodat geometry either.That's whyI..
The Fifties Explained in Fifty Feet

The Fifties Explained in Fifty Feet

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** It was the Fifties when a fifty-foot woman filled the movie screens, a poem on film about what happens to a human bo..
It Depends on the Music Playing

It Depends on the Music Playing

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** Laid out, laid bare, layered. Does nothing stay the same? Do you want me to change or are you asking only for the s..