The Marathon journey continues. Search under the category Day Trip Poetry Marathon 2018 for earlier entries.
On August 30 I arrived at Brendlinger Library, Montco, bright and early. School has started! The parking lot shows the evidence of a repopulated campus.
Remember, I am arriving about 8 AM, so I can tell you this lot will be full by lunchtime. I have noticed the first weeks of school are more crowded than the latter ones: many classes now offer online options or short sessions and some people need to come to the campus only for introductory work, for class-sign up, and for exams. Things have changed since I graduated from college myself almost 40 years ago.
Anyway, a bright and sunny day here.
I noticed the chairs and tables in the quad; a library staffer told me the school was hosting picnics for the students the next few days. That’s nice. The red tent is the twin of one I passed on the way in – they are handing out student manuals. There is certainly a buzz going on right now around here – the anticipation of a new school year, a clean start, progress toward a goal – all good things.
I also noticed the café in the library is open again. I wondered if the same guy would be working there. Yes, there he is.
Today I worked on new poems, a Minuscule story/poem, and Little Vines. Here are some selections.
An old quarry, water-filled, near us, has been turned into a small lake/park.
Off the road
behind the hedges
a drowned and
A woman fishes.
Here is a photo of the small lake.
In my multi-decades of life I have seen a lot of TV commercials.
I love you madly
said the manly fellow to his lawnmower
both of them standing on a green lawn
that doesn’t need cutting.
I watch in interest as a woman
dressed too nicely to be doing housework
though she carries a mop
emerges from the house
shouts: Break it up you two
advances on the pair
flails the mop
combining fencing and kendo moves.
She is inexpert but effective
leaving the manly fellow’s lip split
the mower mute but somehow unsubdued.
She turns on her heel
enters the house
slams the door. I hear the lock click.
The manly fellow and the lawnmower
head into the garage
I guess divorce and remarriage
have been discussed
the settlement made and
it only took a minute, tops.
I hate to see a home break up but
I am happy the woman
at least has her loyal friend the mop
to talk things over with
though I’m left with one question:
What is it I should be wanting to buy?
I used one of my cut-out phrase cards. This time I incorporated the phrase anywhere in the line.
There was a noise. There was a vibration. There was
shapeless sound. There were the words as soon as said
it was all forgotten. There were the small bites of too-sweet on trays
offered to the smiles that poisoned the It’s nice of you to say so.
There were plenty of those moments looping in this room
and all of them nothing but a noise. Small talk did not fit well could not disguise
the heartless full-time say-anything flirts lounging in the armchairs. It felt cold.
It rang false. It gathered in the corners. It walked on thin legs. It sneered.
the three missing men
I keep thinking about what you said
they are missing only if you’re looking for them
piles of bills in every mail delivery
what a special man
that exhausted postman is
what about all the things that have happened
you think you can walk away
and let me guess you’re in a hurry
the previous chef
livid and shouting
very generous with the cayenne pepper
in the grid of cold-blooded premeditation
he was on the edge
she pushed him over
a house and sixty-five thousand termites
no I’m not overreacting
it’s just that I’ve never seen such magnificence
Her novel was all she could talk about
I knew straightaway
she would make a Grade A tax preparer
from the moment I was born
I’ve been in such a rage
jeepers I just smashed the coffee table
what if you had asked me
is everything all right sweetheart
I could have told you the truth
the band split up
big holes in the bank account
no one wanted to get back on the tour bus
but they did
the engagement’s off
I have no intention of thinking it over
I’m the bird that flew away
that pale man in the dark shirt and the dark suit
he’s been lying to us all summer
you can stand it for eleven more minutes
could you be a little more appreciative
of this treasured family icon
let the cat continue his nap
a shorthand notebook filled with seven thousand symbols
there was no reason at all to expect a happy ending
but you got one, didn’t you?
it’s just a shame
they were thinking about a divorce
what they really wanted was a rewind
I finally had to stick him in the freezer
it’s cold and it’s never been warm
that’s what he likes about it
Thank you for reading! See you next time.