Is Everybody In?.....The Movie is About to Begin....

Below is a poem that almost got me anthologized here: www.bestnewpoets.org. Part of the Max Poems.

Where the Gray Waters and Lake Sky Meet, Max, Lodge Your Heart There Before Leslie Ann Turns From the Window

Leslie Ann says, "you can't just treat people like that, like
everyone is nothing but flesh with a slimy wishbone in their chests."

She's standing over the kitchen sink, Max, with little window
and white begonia, working--as if a trail of clean dishes could lead her out of there.

When the woman in the window becomes a window, well, you see, Max.
Walk your hallways patiently next time you feel like listening

to walls. You will dream of dark gray sharks and bags of ears. Do not go
into the basement, Max.
Because really. Who could ever need to go back through all of that?

Don't worry. They'll stash the Class I, II, and III pharmaceuticals
wherever you go. You will move through the world like a teenager back from rehab.

The blue snow: your young wife, soft-eyed and languid
as a memory of the moon. A cracking branch in the dark.

They will handle you like a 13th century manuscript: all that glossing
down the page. There are switchblades in your future, Max,

and, of course, tequila injuries, and perversely, Hemingway, and what is left
of his head, raising a rainbow trout from a picture book lake.

(first appeared in The Cream City Review, Spring 2006, Vol.30, No. 1)




More to come..............