[lit-ideas] Re: SUNDAY POEM
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2007 12:45:23 -0500
Chuchlain should be Cuchulain as every good Irishman knows and Irishwomen too.
Mike Geary
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From: Mike Geary
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Sent: Sunday, September 23, 2007 12:12 PM
Subject: [lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM
HEARTBREAK MOTEL
This is how it happened
if it did
I can't remember for sure
all I know is
I was sitting at a sidewalk cafe
trying on OJ's gloves
when along came this rain
silver coins sparking on the black streets
and like out of the strains of "Maria"
steps this wild woman
a "Bible black, sloe black, crow black" woman
steps up like William Blake
all wall-eyed and says
(actually, she says "saze"
except in first person singular)
"I say," she saze,
"ain't I done you before?"
and so it happened
(again? I can't remember):
skin like silk sheets
that she'd never known
the feel of
and I feel love
like Pavarotti's reach,
but she wants to get paid,
like Chuchlain on the beach,
love like
despair beyond repair,
or was it more like that day in Calabria
Feast of the Assumption
Holy Mary Mother of God
what have I done?
Recitar! Vesti la giubba.
as Eliot might have said.
She wanted her money.
Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
as Eliot surely would have said:
Shit happens.
So I paid.
Love took her hundred dollars and left.
Mike Geary
Memphis
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