Demeter is not appalled by this.
Demeter knows.
I talked to her in the car
about her sister. I sat in the car
at the top of the hill
in the police cruiser. I said (her daughter)
I said that we were lucky
to be thinking about the same thing--
that was rare.
And the moon the same moon.
I asked, whether she had parted ways
with her garden, or not.
*
I sat in her garden.
I said, I know.
the picture will hold you up
the picture will arrest you
you will not be able to forget
the picture
the picture will argue with you
from the wall
*
She had no talent for miracles
she said
(just for the mirror)
I said that was a lie
I was a musician
I said
*
try music.
now Two things:
Thieves
in the New American Gothic
have a tight grip on the handle
and the woman, she
isn’t smiling.
*
What do the others know about me?
6 comments:
yes / i like how bracketed words can slot into a poem like recurring thought, speech & thought colliding, one trying to keep ahead of the other
Thieves
in the New American Gothic
have a tight grip on the handle
that's my favorite image.
she said
(just for the mirror)
I've bloody missed your poetry
I like this very much...love the first line & the last few stanzas.
Thanks everyone. Appreciate the feedback.
Guess I should get out more often.
--D
love this poem david
the formatting really makes it
work / provides a disjointed ness
to it / /
thanx for the brilliant writing / /
much enjoyed
~jennx
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