“House Arrest” and “This is a Poem”- Two Poems by Sam Zamrik

House Arrest 

I was once a prisoner. 

Prisoners are often kept 

behind bars and gates, 

under lock and key, 

but not me. 

I was a prisoner 

behind a screen. 

A window screen, 

a wire mesh 

stained with blood 

and the putrid flesh 

of a hundred flies. 

My keeper kept me 

under, complacent. 

My keeper kept me 

small, misplaced 

in space and without time. 

I left my prison a wraith 

of my heaving breast 

and sycophant cries 

that never dry. 

I am not yet free.

This is a Poem

This is a poem, it starts with a comma splice and

Enjambs the 

Verse at odd 

Places and leaves 

Your eyes stuck on the previous 

Line, though this one is more important 

Because the stanza ended on it 

Now your mind is stuck 

In the previous stanza 

Though this one has already begun 

Without warning 

Or time to catch up 

Here it happens 

Again! 

You have arrived at 

The new 

Stanza, but do you know 

Yet whether they 

Are connected? 

I never understood 

Why the first 

Letter of each line must be 

Capitalized 

And why 

Punctuation at the end 

Is always overlooked 

As though writing vertically 

Emancipates words 

From the finality 

Of periods 

As though 

The column of text 

Is somehow floating 

In abstract space 

And not depressed into

Trees that were envious

Of our vocal ornaments

Before their death Or

into 

Binaries 

Whence worlds 

Emerge.

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