Sunday, July 25, 2010

A Few More Fold-Out Postcard Sonnets - 7/1

7/1

The sky’s big blue eye isn’t a blue eye after all
sure looks like 1 tho & sincere too the rose
petals pressed between the pages turning black the
newspaper clippings turning piss yellow the

Polaroids taped against the infinite the clouds’ whitish
teeth chew them up spit them out just like
Wrigley’s Spearmint Well the sky just can’t quit
smoking So why’re you so nervous Mr Marlowe

There’re awnings everywhere on the margins of
existence & they’re all undergoing acupuncture It’s
taking place on Haight & Masonic for instance

where Rosie’s strolling like a dog-eared paperback
novel as dirty blonde & voluble & in which
Marlowe can’t find his place

Jack Hayes
© 2010

4 comments:

Dave King said...

I'm full of admiration for this, particularly so for the lineation. I would never have thought to break the lines as you have, and if I had thought wouldn't have had the courage. But it works wonderfully well. Brilliant passages like:-
"teeth chew them up spit them out just like
Wrigley’s Spearmint Well the sky just can’t quit
smoking So why’re you so nervous Mr Marlowe"
just left me breathless with envy.
(Didn't know you could be!) I can't imagine why I have not found this blog before now.

John Hayes said...

Hi Dave: Thanks so much! I like to "spring" the rhythm, & I've done this by ear for quite some time (these were written in 1996.) Very gratified that you stopped by & decided to follow!

Dave King said...

I've always been a great admirer of sprung rhythm well done - and it's deucedly difficult to do well. Don't think I could tackle it, but I'm most impressed with your verses.

John Hayes said...

Hi Dave: Thanks--that is very much appreciated.