Thursday, April 23, 2015

Replacement Poem


  (Original)
Columbia the Gem –Gerald Stern
  I know that body standing in the Low Library,
  the right shoulder lower than the left one, the  lotion sea lotion-
  his hold is ended.
  Now the mouths can slash away in memory
5   of his kisses and stupefying lies.
  Now the old Reds can walk with a little spring
  in and around the beloved sarcophagi.
  Now the Puerto Ricans can work up another funny America
  and the frightened Germans can open their heavy doors a little.
10 Now the River can soften its huge heart
  and move, for the first time, almost like the others
  without silence.
       (Replacement)
What a World –Me
      You recognize this grandma crouching in the ancient home,
the upper hip bothering the lower one, the cherry blossom/ mothball perfume-
her scent is lingering.
5   In the future rumors would dwindle away, all in reminiscence
     of her exaggerated stories and her fabulous fabrications.
     By then the old crowd of roommates will go off to bingo      
     night here and there as they go.
         Here at the home there would be crying babies taking on      
   10  grown  bodies,
    Benjamin Buttons, for our world.


My Favorite Poem


Absolutely Nothing –
 (from Chobosky's Perks of Being a Wallflower)
 
 Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
 he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Chops'
 because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
 and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
 and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
 took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
 with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed alot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
 and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
 
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
 he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Autumn'
 because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
 and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
 because of its new paint
And the kids told him
 that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
 with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
 when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
 his mother and father kissed alot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
 when he cried for him to do it.
 
 
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
 he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Innocence: A Question'
 because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
 and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
 because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
 of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
 making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
 or even talked
And the girl around the corner
 wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
 but he kissed her anyway
 because that was the thing to do
And at 3am he tucked himself into bed
 his father snoring soundly.
 
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
 he tried another poem
And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing'
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
 because this time he didn't think
 he could reach the kitchen.
 
 

 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Obstreperous Harangue

 
A new species. Orange and dark blue fur.
Found in the Amazon forest, a group of orangutans like no other.  It does not make sounds but communicates only through sign language because when born the babies screech and cry for three days until they strain out their vocal chords. “Permanent strep” the primatologists are calling it these days.
(10.1)
 

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Lil's Watermelon



Characters:
Phil - 2 yrs old
Lil - Phil's twin sister 2 years old, pink bow
Scene: Phil and Lil's backyard at the sandbox.
Open Scene
Phil: Lil! Lillian! Where are you? I gots a big bug I caught slide down the tree! Wanna split it?
Phil waddles over to the sandbox where his sister lied flat on her back rubbing her tummy in agony"
Lil: Oooh Phillip' I don'ts think I can have another bite I ates up all of my watermelon, oh my tummy is hurting
She rolls around some more, her hands and face were sticky were watermelon juice and now sticking with the sand in the box as well
Phil: It's okay Lil, s'long as you don'ts eats the seeds youra gunna be fine
Lil's eyes opened up wide, she rolled over to stands up she waddled over to Phil, with her hands reaching over to shake his shoulders
Lil: What do ya mean don'ts eats a seed, what happens then!
Phil(shrugging:): Angelica says thats if you eats a seed then the seed turns into whatcha ate
Lill:  Oh NOOOO!! WHAT ARE WE GOINGS TO DOOOO. Philip! Im to young to die theres so much I still needs to dooo
Phil: Chill out Lillian, you’re scarying my bug. We’re going to Tommy’s he’ll know what to do!
Lil: Oh! You’re right Tommy will know what to do! Let’s go inside I’ve gots to get my diappy changed!
Phil: Alright, Alright slow down  I can’t run that fast lets crawl.
Lil: I’ve got a better idea
Both babies smiled at each other, took a deep breathe and screamed and cried until their parents rushed out to them
Blackout, End Scene