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gurdonarkHer smile stretches like bunting,
red colors draped across what might otherwise
be white, or even blue, as she pulls the lever,
totes her failures.
Skin-tight things don't fit her easily,
the inanimate wraps around the animate as if the
body were dead but stretched, and
the entanglement itself the living thing.
She's worn braver expressions than this,
burning longing hidden by affected longing,
the world's a cocktail lounge, and
she's merely a player, with a bucket of coins.
She's got Vegas eyes, but anyone with enough
mascara has Vegas eyes; She whispers something, and then horse laughs, but that
laugh sounds wounded, as if she's
long past pain and moving into torsion.
red colors draped across what might otherwise
be white, or even blue, as she pulls the lever,
totes her failures.
Skin-tight things don't fit her easily,
the inanimate wraps around the animate as if the
body were dead but stretched, and
the entanglement itself the living thing.
She's worn braver expressions than this,
burning longing hidden by affected longing,
the world's a cocktail lounge, and
she's merely a player, with a bucket of coins.
She's got Vegas eyes, but anyone with enough
mascara has Vegas eyes; She whispers something, and then horse laughs, but that
laugh sounds wounded, as if she's
long past pain and moving into torsion.
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Date: 2002-09-27 08:15 pm (UTC)when i was reading "it all flows by" yesterday i thought: nice prose poem. the list is really rich.
today, i wonder if this airport poem wouldnt be more effective as a prose paragraph
what i mean to say is that maybe you've conditioned us [and yrself] into thinking that you write bad poems, when in fact what you do is write good prose that only masquerades as a bad poem when it has line breaks
i also like that dante-esque thing you wrote on yr hellish travel experience a few days ago. that was very poetic prose
even though i am posting anonymously, i sure as heck hope i didnt offend you!
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Date: 2002-09-28 06:55 am (UTC)i like your idea of poem as essay--in the root meaning of the word--a trial of a theme, a written record of the pattern thought takes
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Date: 2002-09-28 07:13 am (UTC)I was thinking yesterday about why I like to make this sort of thing a poem, and I believe that it's so it's obvious that it's fiction.