8/1
A dish of red beans & rice congeals on top of
a mahogany armoire while yellow light slants thru
venetian blinds like a baby grand’s
lid trembling imperceptibly during some
Revolutionary Étude climax while a sack of
Popeye’s 3-piece spicy white meat chicken
oozes grease on an embroidered ottoman while
Charlotte paints her toenails C# black while
a passel of mayflies is giving it up in
the mentholated smoke New England evening
air like a swarm of slot machines simultaneously coming up
cherries while a rose bouquet leaves Marlowe with
premonitions of 1 thousand Maoist blossoms debating
the musical questions of a personal life
Jack Hayes
© 2010
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4 comments:
There's something almost Proustian about the intensity of sensory reportage in this poem. Glorious imagery throughout. I love the notion of toenails painted in 'C# black'! Lovely stuff, Jack/John.
Hi Dick: Many thanks! Glad you liked it.
I agree with the fact that our personal lives can only lead us to musical questions...and ever so often, chairs.
Best,
irina
Hi Irina: I've had both experiences myself. Thanks!
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