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Posted by trouble on March 16, 2002, at 3:48:37
ROUND TRIP
Look at this man exist, eyes,
look long and
hard
see that brass nameplate? Now
shift, gaze
to the grey flannel suit on the
other side
of this mahogony desktop.
Rest eyes on that.My ears have heard
that name
before
in shouts and
whispers heard
that name yes, heard that name you
heard it and you heard that it did not exist- gibberish
scrawled across the back of
a jaundiced
postcard, face
deleted,
a non-existent
hole
cut out
empty, round, an
empty rounder,
closing the gap
that thirty year
presence, that
presence of absense
but a presence of absence
cannot exist.His hands folded at rest
on the mahogony desktop
brass nameplate
I know I read this
I read this before, and it's a
short story;
He says to me
I met you once, you were
about six
Your mother and I
wound up somehow
at the same lawn party
half in the bag
and half out the door
I stumble across you
with a coloring book
Hello Robin, I smiled,
I am your father,
you glanced up, then go
back to your coloring.
I know
you said.
trouble
Posted by Phil on March 16, 2002, at 7:01:15
In reply to this poetry draft fills a much-needed void, posted by trouble on March 16, 2002, at 3:48:37
Posted by Zo on March 16, 2002, at 17:42:59
In reply to this poetry draft fills a much-needed void, posted by trouble on March 16, 2002, at 3:48:37
Dear Trouble,I'd love to see that exact same poem with different line breaks, more words per line, to play on its story-like aspects--I mean, it has a plot, which is a very cool thing for a poem to have--whereas the eeny beeny lines suggest an airier form of poetry, to me. More impressionistic, while you are very much rooted in this life.
Zo
Posted by kid_A on March 16, 2002, at 18:44:50
In reply to this poetry draft fills a much-needed void, posted by trouble on March 16, 2002, at 3:48:37
great one, trouble. i wont try to interpret it too literally because i dont know if it is literal or not, but the only words ive commited to my own father are quite caustic... he could never read them...keep posting, the poets shall inherit the earth.
Posted by ST on March 17, 2002, at 3:34:58
In reply to Re: this poetry draft fills a much-needed void » trouble, posted by kid_A on March 16, 2002, at 18:44:50
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