Back-to-back “Fold-Out Postcard Sonnets?” Yes, I must have been typing away feverishly 13 years ago. On the non-poetic front, there will be another post this afternoon. In the meantime, more of Marlowe’s disembodied cogitations….
6/9
The blue cars sighing a little like zippers
unzipped in a breathless studio apt in the midst of
this miserable sonofabitch effluvial moonlight that’s
sweating like a bottle of Mexican Coca Cola in the
Sacramento bus station May 1988 It felt like
a country radio station sobbing sucrose &
Dear John letters & Pictures from Life’s Other Side across a
Formica counter in the midst of Marlowe’s nervous
collapse like a red dwarf star’s collapse like the
red tip of Alice’s Marlboro collapsing into an ashtray amidst a
fistful of ocotillos when it was too late after all & Marlowe
feels like Ambrose Bierce in the midst of
Mexico D.F. in the midst of life & so forth & after all darling
the blue cars come to a stop at the stop sign
John Hayes
© 1996-2009
Creative expression is tidal, or at least cyclical. I love your fold out postcards and really loved the two-part post about that old devil moon.
ReplyDeleteAs always, I am in awe of anyone who can write poetry. Wow.
Thanks Reya!
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to think of where I was in May of 1988. Worlds away from Marlowe's world that's for sure, but boy I'm enjoying these adventures.
ReplyDeleteI like the snarkiness of 'miserable sonofabitch effluvial moonlight'.
Kat
Hi Kat:
ReplyDeleteReally glad you're enjoying these. In May 88 I actually was in the Sacramento bus terminal about to embark on a cross country bus trip back to Charlottesville.
I am in awe as well. I tried to write what I thought was poetry as a young heartbroken teenager. I came across some of it and cringed at how contrived and forced it sounded. Wow, I've always wanted to make a cross country trip. Charlottesville, Virginia? I live 45 minutes to an hour from there in Amherst, Virginia...John Boy Walton (Earl Hamner) fame.
ReplyDeleteHi Dragonfly Dreamer: Geez, stuff I wrote even after I was a teenager makes me cringe! I don't know Amherst, VA per se (or don't recall it) but that whole area in Virginia is lovely.
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