[lit-ideas] Re: SUNDAY POEM
- From: "Julie Krueger" <juliereneb@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2007 01:31:20 -0500
Last line packs a punch .... thanks as always for sharing your gift with
us.
Julie Krueger
On 9/23/07, Mike Geary < atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>
> Chuchlain should be Cuchulain as every good Irishman knows and Irishwomen
> too.
>
> Mike Geary
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> *From:* Mike Geary <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
> *To:* lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
> *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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