Don't work too hard, Martin; I've a tendency to write 'private' poems which
I think are public---until I find folks wandering around clueless about the
images and their possible links.
Your response wasn't random, and it's much appreciated. Awesome to me that
you felt the poem did 'some good things with memory, regret and
hesitation/opportunity'. I wouldnae anticipated that reaction, and am
really glad you told me. Delighted, as well, that you liked 'the perogee
moon on his shoes'!
Best,
Judy who doesn't have pneumonia, just cruddy [a medical term] lungs. So I'm
celebrating with Vicks coughdrops, vaporizer and antibiotics, and feeling
much better.
2008/12/15 Martin Dolan <[log in to unmask]>
> This one is making me work, Judy (that's by way of comment, not complaint).
> It works well for me allusively and playing more on the affective than the
> cognitive side. For me, it does some good things with memory, regret and
> hesitation/opportunity. 'with the perigee moon/on your shoes' is wonderful.
>
> I think the work is in reconciling the images. Probably a bad habit on my
> part, reconciling the images, anyway.
>
> Nevertheless, I think the alligator may be working against the terrarium
> and the goldfish. And the 'everyone' and the 'you' don't quite seem to fit.
>
> Sorry if this response is a bit random. I'll let the poem sit for a while
> and see what else it does.
>
> Regards
>
> Martin
>
>
> Let's see if this one gets through. Comments appreciated [well, the nice
>> ones anyway], however brief:
>>
>>
>> Almost Closing Time
>> an alligator handbag writes my biography
>> for sale
>> a string of emotion knots my fingers
>>
>> I hide in the terrarium
>> ivy ruffles and woodchips
>> pressed against the glass
>>
>> you come with the perigee moon
>> on your shoes
>> call me your mannequin
>> of humidified vapour
>> a silk and rayon blend
>>
>> you reach down to me, the goldfish
>> grown to fit your bowl
>>
>> if you tame me
>> you will see crocodile teeth
>> and cracking leather
>>
>> no, we will wait for stars' closing
>> sweep the janitor into our file cabinet
>> hand out gift certificates
>> in red envelopes with preprinted fames
>>
>> everyone will leave this place in love
>> only if you have a mouth that comforts mine
>>
>> -------------------
>> Judy Prince
>>
>>
>>
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