Sorry I have neglected you for so long, but finally, I have written some poems. Not my usual style, and heavily influenced by Hal Sirowitz.
The Fireman Left His Business Card
I don't understand
why you're leaving me,
he said as I pulled down
the charred curtains and
stuffed them into a garbage bag.
Mice with singed
tails stampeded across
the backs of cats underneath
the burning dining room table.
I love you, he said,
and things are
going so well.
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The Big House
I always planned
to have a big house,
he said. A big house
and a big black car. No,
two big cars. And you
were always in that house,
waiting for me.
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The Dance of the Pink Elephant
Tell me about the bucket,
I ask him, as he stares
at the bucket.
It's a battered, ugly
bucket, stained and smelling
of pus.
He kicks the bucket
into the corner and it tangles
around his ankle, making
a terrible racket. I don't know
what you're talking about, he says,
his hands busy, I don't see
any bucket.
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Maybe they should all be part of one poem? What do you think?
6 comments:
I think they're great! They can be seperate poems if they want.
Thanks -- I think they can work separately, but if I rearrange the order they can also work together.
The fire in that first one is so intense!
I love the sparse language in these.
Thank you, Rethabile! I actually rearranged it a bit.
And thank you Radish King, for tolerating my questions! and for your kind comment.
Hal Sirowitz dropped by and sent me note -- he liked them too!
Hey, I'd like to see an integrated version! Thanks for posting these.
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