objective is having reality independent of the mind.

 

 

 

Sadly.

Some of the things from my good vision

are not poetic.

Nope!

Not at all. I don't like being touched

which is the same as admitting to the

dangers of middle aged psychosis. Where

nothing is more borrowed than the

espial of mountains and moons.

"I am a poetess

from the essay 'confessions of

a post modern poetess'

as Annie Finch would proclaim

"It's a relief to finally admit to it"

So, for no other reason than for

the rumors and whispers to stop knocking at

my East Side Detroit door/

What you doing in there dana?

 

One day I actually tried to make it

outdoors in someone else's body

with the mask on of a thousand someone

else's. But like that morbidly obese

man that Dick Gregory wanted to save,

I couldn't leave the doorway hungry. Not

when all around me were things sweet

or salty, or for the love of God,

fat.

 

In winter, I so looked forward to

the way the ice keeps the news paper

frozen to the steps. So much so,

I had to peel off the reasons for

happiness, until my lips couldn't

be felt,

or under-reported like war.

 

This very morning I caught the eyes

of the postal carrier and she

caught mine,

and we smiled.

Reviews

[Pete Langley]

You have a very `side of eye` individuality which makes a good poet, Dana. I like the wry humour meandering through your piece....though I must admit I don`t understand some of the allusions. I look forward to reading more. P.

[Clara]

The lines:
'I don't like being touched
which is the same as admitting to the
dangers of middle aged psychosis'

and:

'I couldn't leave the doorway hungry. Not
when all around me were things sweet
or salty, or for the love of God,
fat.'

I can so relate to that, and the entire poem made me smile. :D