THE weekend in
two colors
salvia and hush
it counts to be grand
also the nearest relation
to the China
my salt runs
through ancient kiln
whose titled chimney
burns tall, better
for lack of sky
and I stand
in an explosion
of yellow sound
jasminium
green nostrils
dilate
nose hairs
erect
Sunday comes like an arranged marriage.
I wonder, is it possible
in these parts
to
learn to slave--
a blue c'est ca orchid
Sichuan mountain forest
means no cheap imitation product
tiny arcuate feet
of red sprung from
bare head
trickle over the bare body
down the elbow
and the vertebrae to the
anus and the ankles
there are two Chinese shows here;
the pride in suffering on stage
and the whimsical farce
behind the curtain and in
the wings
Author notes
This is one part of three in what I'm conveniently calling "the napkin poems."
I came home to Cincinnati from Chicago a few weeks ago and the bus was almost an hour early-- an hour before my brother and ride home got out of school. So I milled about the nearby Tower Place Mall and eventually found my way to Netherland Plaza, a four or five star hotel. I wound my way up the ornate staircases past grand ballrooms, opulent restaurants and a convention hall until I reached my destination on the second floor, the toilet. I noticed upon leaving the restroom that the paper towels provided were quite nice. They were inscribed with the logo "NP" at the head and the address on the bottom. So I grabbed a stack and now back in Chicago have taken to inscribing poetry on them.
Comments
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First I want to say thank you so much for sharing!!!!!!! I really enjoyed this poem and I am an at ease reader and a hard critic and by that I mean it’s very hard for me to find things wrong with some one else’s poem. I read them to enjoy them, If I were to try to criticize them I would begin to lose interest. Write on, Read on, Rock on!! Awesome write here!!!
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The beginning is AHmazing! I love what you did, so much emotion and color! The ending really ties it all together! Love this!
Keep writing!
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you know, i came back to read your poems again. i did salvia since i read this last. this whole poem seems like salvia. especially the "explosion of yellow sound"
that last stanza is so great. -
you are so very talented.
i have faithfully kept you on my favorites waiting for new material and... voila! i will come back to read again.
by the way, i like the idea of napkin poems, very much. i tend to use the memopad feature on my phone when i'm on the go.
-cassidy
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