LIVING WITH GHOSTS.
LIVING WITH GHOSTS.
She lives with her ghosts.
Miró sits on her
Walls and walks her rooms.
She has Welsh Dylan
Thomas in her book
Case and sitting in
Her favourite old
Armchair drinking beer
From the Frigidaire.
Her father sits smoking
A cigarette, lung
Cancer no longer
A fear, there is no
Second death. Close the
Window, he says, there’s
A terrific draft
In here. She looks through
Ezra’s Cantos while
Walking back and forth
Muttering in a
Low breath. Ezra sits
By the fireplace
Reading Dante in
A creaky chair that
Belonged to her late
Mother who never
Makes visits. While she
Is making love to
Her young hot lover,
Picasso sketches
On a pad with his
Pencil, humming some
Stravinsky theme and
Bukowski looks on
Reading his poems
In his usual
Drawl. She is seldom
Alone, there’s always
Someone there talking
And walking, standing
And staring, last week,
Her grandfather came,
Pipe and battered hat,
Talking of the Somme
And lost friends and the
Beer bars he used to
Run in the East End.
She lies in her bed
Beside her lover,
The sex over, with
D H Lawrence on
Her other side warm
And cuddly, beneath
The bed cover, he
Lectures, spits and coughs,
His hand on her thigh.
She shakes her head and
Gives a sigh, gazing
At Miró on the
Wall and hearing his
Footsteps in the hall,
Knowing they’ll follow
Her to the john, one
Of them, Lawrence, Pound
Or maybe Kafka,
Just to see her sit
There with messed up hair.
Miró sits on her
Walls and walks her rooms.
She has Welsh Dylan
Thomas in her book
Case and sitting in
Her favourite old
Armchair drinking beer
From the Frigidaire.
Her father sits smoking
A cigarette, lung
Cancer no longer
A fear, there is no
Second death. Close the
Window, he says, there’s
A terrific draft
In here. She looks through
Ezra’s Cantos while
Walking back and forth
Muttering in a
Low breath. Ezra sits
By the fireplace
Reading Dante in
A creaky chair that
Belonged to her late
Mother who never
Makes visits. While she
Is making love to
Her young hot lover,
Picasso sketches
On a pad with his
Pencil, humming some
Stravinsky theme and
Bukowski looks on
Reading his poems
In his usual
Drawl. She is seldom
Alone, there’s always
Someone there talking
And walking, standing
And staring, last week,
Her grandfather came,
Pipe and battered hat,
Talking of the Somme
And lost friends and the
Beer bars he used to
Run in the East End.
She lies in her bed
Beside her lover,
The sex over, with
D H Lawrence on
Her other side warm
And cuddly, beneath
The bed cover, he
Lectures, spits and coughs,
His hand on her thigh.
She shakes her head and
Gives a sigh, gazing
At Miró on the
Wall and hearing his
Footsteps in the hall,
Knowing they’ll follow
Her to the john, one
Of them, Lawrence, Pound
Or maybe Kafka,
Just to see her sit
There with messed up hair.
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Re: LIVING WITH GHOSTS.
Phew, it was so good I could hardly read it
A perfect poem
thank you for writing it
Yes...
she hosts the ghost
A perfect poem
thank you for writing it
Yes...
she hosts the ghost
Re: LIVING WITH GHOSTS.
a painting laid out skillfully, like the turning of pages of an art book to follow the sequence of an artist's life.....
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: LIVING WITH GHOSTS.
thank you, stilltrucking & saw.
Re: LIVING WITH GHOSTS.
hey Terry - this chick, she got a phone # ?
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: LIVING WITH GHOSTS.
maybe, I don't know she never said...Thank you the mingo.
Re: LIVING WITH GHOSTS.
my pleasure Terry, believe me.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: LIVING WITH GHOSTS.
Where do you meet your friends? Their lives are so tangible; their homes are so full. Thanks for throwing open the gates of the neighborhood(s).
Skill, man, skill.
Skill, man, skill.
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