Heading west on US 150 through my hometown/Thursday night/after a trip to the movies by myself/Up In The Air /which was how I had left her 7300 weeknights ago/and realizing that going west on US 150 is absolutely the wrong thing to do
and that's when you have to reverse everything/into a new painful extraordinary heartbreaking course with no co-pilot/or anything like perfectly reasonable thoughts about nights like Thursday nights
and turning around to drive back home
the radio shot me in the heart
he was dead at the age of 91
and I realized a night at the movies without her
even 20 years later hurts like hell
and the only cure is more pain
like hearing that the hero who quit publishing
had finally stopped writing.
[God rest you, Jerome David Salinger - you gave me the older brother I never had (Seymour) and even the goddam Catholic schools will be teaching you 100 years from now]
Friday, January 29, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Iced Lemon Archways
iced lemon archways
could be the first three words
in a poem about aquariums or
the grand avenues of europe
but this is not that poem
instead these words lead
to childhood and the memory of
mom at the very edge
when dad would need a neighbor
or an uncle or a paramedic
to calm her down and prove
there was no plot
to
take away
her kids or
steal imaginary fortunes or
follow orders from the CIA
but just calm her down and
go see a doctor at the hospital
on the eighth floor where
the voices go to die
iced lemon archways
never graced aquariums or
led to europe or
any other escape route
they were a type of cookie and
grandma brought them to
my little brother and me
to settle things down
and say i'm sorry
but 40 years from now
you'll be in line at
the grocery store and see
someone buying cookies
and you'll think of this
and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
could be the first three words
in a poem about aquariums or
the grand avenues of europe
but this is not that poem
instead these words lead
to childhood and the memory of
mom at the very edge
when dad would need a neighbor
or an uncle or a paramedic
to calm her down and prove
there was no plot
to
take away
her kids or
steal imaginary fortunes or
follow orders from the CIA
but just calm her down and
go see a doctor at the hospital
on the eighth floor where
the voices go to die
iced lemon archways
never graced aquariums or
led to europe or
any other escape route
they were a type of cookie and
grandma brought them to
my little brother and me
to settle things down
and say i'm sorry
but 40 years from now
you'll be in line at
the grocery store and see
someone buying cookies
and you'll think of this
and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
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