a love poem

 

 

 

Death,

remains unbelievable

as it allows this grand stiffness in

the warm breezes. Wont let you up,

degrandulated

 

in the air particulate. The statement

for the cable bill says to "go paperless"

and nothing in the cosmos is more still

than paperless.

 

Nothing about the TV absolves me

of all criminal accusations. I corroborated

with no one to watch the Lucy Show,

 

even when I've seen the evidence for the

200th time. Bewitched, Samantha

in those empire waist dresses,

 

her nose twitching for the witches

to waif down the chimney to be sedulous

and principled.

Apothecary, one would think

 

to summon people who refuse to die;

to instruct the woebegone

to break free.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Wow, the nostalgic references in this one really "hit" me. How well I remember Samantha twitching her nose and watching the antics of Lucy, Ethel, and Ricky. We can lose ourselves in the reruns of the past, but we can not bring back loved ones who are no longer in our lives. However, there is comfort in the routine of life....and sometimes surrounding oneself with the mundane helps lessen the pain. This is a powerful write. Well written. lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think you meant "samantha"

but ah yes, did we get our education from those shows? did we think that was real life?

paperless, tv less, mindless...maybe we are dead before we know it...

maybe our brains are on idle with all the media...like in Being There...

we don't read anymore...we "like to watch"


i am having some good breakfast, munching on your poems this morning.

[Emily B]

there is something about your voice that mesmerizes me, i sit and read and sit and read and after long slow minutes i come to the box to try and spill something resembling intellect, understanding that i understand the words

maybe one day i will get there