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Month: July 2015

She’s Gone

She’s Gone

She’s no longer here.
Was she let go then?
Nobody knows, nobody
cares to address it.

Messages sent suggest
she’s been reassigned
or resigned, but she
may have ascended

into heaven. There are no
agents down here. Nobody
will address this except
in the most glancing

deferential fashion, because
they don’t really know though
they suspect that he fired her
and that’s all there is to it.

 

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Shopping for Panties at the Mall

Shopping for Panties at the Mall

 

At the mall with my daughter
I pause to shop for panties
for my fiancé
who is middle-aged like me.

Why are you shopping for her?
she asks, quite reasonably.
She has this thing for gray, I say.
Almost all of her undies are gray.

But gray is a nice color, she says.
It goes with just about everything.
Well too bad it doesn’t go with me,
I respond, quite selfishly.

I’m looking for colorful cotton panties,
but not for me, I say with a grin
to the saleslady, thinking some men
look in earnest for themselves.

It’s the time we’re in. A joke to me,
but she couldn’t laugh; the company
would not care for that. And I get what
may be odd to me is white bread to another.

And me walking out of a store with
three new panties in a shiny pink bag.
Well, I’m not less strange than most
so I honestly try not to judge.

 

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While You Were Out

While You Were Out

 

While you were out
I crushed a water bug
found in the bathroom

Complained with a neighbor
about the stairs unrepaired
until the landlord arrived

Gave him a piece of my mind
and he said he’d take care of it
(of course, once again, he didn’t)

Took the trash out even though
the bins overflowed. I made
space and stuffed them in.

As you can see I have
mastered New York City.
So when can I move in?

 

 

#### Poet’s Notes ####

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While You Were Out Final

 

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Unseen Turbulence

Unseen Turbulence

Of course you can see into the water
for a distance. Then turbulence
caused by a fish, upturned stone,
who knows? Near the bottom fish
and stone shift in sun and shadow.

So do my feelings fold into a fish
or get carried down by a stone.
Unseen turbulence exists in me
and I am not stranger than
sun, shadow or stone.

 

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Unseen Turbulence Image

 

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My Rolling Void

My Rolling Void

The lady whispered to leave you my void
so I waited patiently till you had your fill,
till your senses became inflamed,
invective cursed my hands and name.

I slipped out early by the sliding door
and just before I closed it, I rolled
my void into the room. I saw it grow
by bounds; it clung to the walls

Saturated the floor. You had your way
but not your will; the void ate it away.
It broadcasted my absence daily until
you fled and wandered streets alone.

#### Poet’s Notes ####

This is a “vintage” poem, written c. 2012.
Post delayed due to July 4th holiday.

Publication courtesy of River and South:

http://riverandsouth.blogspot.com/2015/06/my-rolling-void-by-lyon-kennedy.html

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