The Marathon journey continues. Search under the category Day Trip Poetry Marathon 2018 for earlier entries.
On December 6, I’m still in a catch-as-catch-can kind of Marathon mode. I’m still catching up from last week’s art show and having various things to get done this week, such as leaf raking. So I did a couple of hours in the Glenside Public Library in the morning.
This library is my local one, where I get all my books. I’ve been a cardholder here for 25+ years and I come in two or three times a week. I did take the opportunity to check out a few books, if you are wondering… As I walked up to the door, I saw the “pony” being loaded up out front.
Our library is part of the Montgomery County (PA) consortium of libraries. A cardholder at any one library can check out books from all of them, and even better, there is a combined system for ordering them online. So I don’t have to leave Glenside to get books from all over the county. The pony shuttles the books around to the home libraries of the people who ordered them. I rarely pick books from the shelf anymore – I browse the catalog.
Let me tell you, we are truly fortunate to have this resource and we have great libraries and librarians. I am grateful.
All right. Today I sat at the long table by the window.
Here is the library behind me…
…and here is the view out the window to my right and to my left.
I know from experience the library is noisy and not great for concentration, so morning hours are best. I worked on some new poems and writing the intro to the next Little Vines print book – I am nearing the number of new LV’s that I want to turn into a book.
This last part was the easiest work ever – I read over the explanation I used in the first LV book, Vines Overpower Trellis and Run, and I thought it was perfect, so I lifted it in one piece and set it in the new manuscript. I will now devote the time I saved by not coming up with a new intro and instead use it to think of a catchy name for the book. Oh, dear!
At lunchtime I went home for a couple of slices of pizza and then I worked all afternoon on Little Vines.
All right, here are some samples from today.
Here is a shadorma chain. I could hear little kids in the children’s area across the library.
meow again and
pipes out a
stream of high-pitched meows that
no cat would ever
coming from the mouth
of its kind
but convincing if you are
toddler’s purring mom.
I got the inspiration for this poem first, from the guy sitting down the row from me and a phone conversation he carried on for some time; from those TV commercials for various medications; and from the place my mind goes to as the worst for being trapped in a crowd – a moving vehicle of some kind. So what I’m saying is, I pretty much made the whole thing up, but…
Guy on the phone
sitting next to me and talking loud
reads out a list
medications I think
drizzipantsit and pectophinio and
he rattles off ten more
I slide my eyes his way
head to toe he looks all right
but these days I understand
there are many things
wrong with every person
that I had no idea of
even me though I ignore it mostly
despite the ads on TV that
explain it day and night
Freckitine and snarkolet and
now he is describing the state of his colon
it being on his insides and hidden by his skin
his tan flannel shirt and faded blue pants
I can’t see it but
I sure can imagine it. The poor thing
all inflamed and writhing and riddled with stripes
to hear him tell it but despite this condition
Thank you for this excellent
he says and I think it all sounds like
very personal and here on the bus
I mostly just want to doze.
one morsel of bad advice
two slips of the tongue
between three and five embarrassed solid citizens per acre
our best guess is:
after all this time
it is not going to happenstance
the events of the previous recent maybe
you are not going to like this but
let bygones be bygones does not work backwards
a basket of overripe compliments
fetid cloying dying-rose-petal rotten
emptying out and floating
six inches above the dining room table`
the bouquet of flowers
you tossed out the car window
into the arms of your now ex-boyfriend
neither of you will be the next to get married
your sister pulled out a whole handful of hair
I thought you’d be crying a little more loudly
that doll was always your favorite
Now you varnish up that pair of pursed lips
force out that awkward explanation
The phone line is embarrassed to be involved
all tied up in knots
of the golden egg
even if it’s in good shape to start with
who knew you could eat your heart out
and still live?
No secrets here oh no
Embroidery thread not required.
We sew no samplers. We needle no one.
archipelago of dreary realities
one cracked bead after another on the string
with flashbulb clarity I see three months in this job is long enough
Stares paring away all your poise
A wish to forget you were ever here
but you are. Bare your teeth and clear the air.
Open up that door, you bodiless fiend! he shouted
just as I was moving through the wall to eat him.
Seriously? I thought. Open the door? With what?
three flips in a row
and the lizard
Pitched a movie plot and the kicker is
the water-skiing instructor
is an amphibian. What? Not funny?
if you really want a lemon peel massage
you need to understand
there is no meringue involved
Thanks as always for reading! See you next week.