16 Bars Poetica

Easy as an exquisite corpse paraphrased 
as dictionaried as a pontificator

raised by the thump of the 146 bus— 
these 16 are for you. Shout out

to the city warblers yelling in slanted 
syllables on avenues porous

with ill-built adornments & horse-riding 
monuments. These 16 are for you:

linebreakers & trash talkers, polysyllabic 
halfsteppers ready to mom’s spaghetti

their one opportunity. Meanwhile, 
the rooftop across from us undercuts

the sunsetted skyline & is topped with 
two metric heretics dressed

like crows. Another bullheaded poet 
ina Bulls hat rests his elbows

on the bench back & wonders if 
it is his hoarse verse or the verbed

streetlights making ellipsis from 
the veritable trees & inevitable breezes. 

Credit

Copyright © 2025 by Adrian Matejka. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on July 24, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Poetry is an immersive and three-dimensional experience, so poems that are self-referential and go on about being ‘poems’ are mostly turn-the-pagers for me. All that self-awareness disrupts my experience. At the same time, I love the idea of poets writing poems that enact their aesthetics and proclivities. So, inspired by Elizabeth Bishop’s ‘One Art’ and Patricia Smith’s ‘Incendiary Art,’ I tried to write a few ars poetica, like this one, that live in their own sonic geographies.”
—Adrian Matejka