Today is my good friend Hannah's birthday. In her honor, I'm posting a holiday poem I wrote for her last December. December 7th, I think, to be more or less exact.
Happy Birthday Hannah!
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Holiday Poem for Hannah
To be unfortunate as the bright quick one
drowning in Yeats,
in fortunate hair & puffy sweater
unfortunate monkey and parrot,
the Chronicles of Walter & Jennifer,
a novel to be made
in a smokeless bar that smells of cigars.
Bubbling up from Sligo, to be
Unfortunate in Cle Elum, un-
made as
someone’s favorite bed.
To think through seven whiskeys,
to maintain vigilance in the face
of December fog,
Pearl Harbor, John Lennon,
& forever kissing Amanda
(and who doesn’t want to do that?)
taking the quick taxi
sitting between favorite boys
echoes, this, my brain falling
askew, into a glass
the name a perfect palindrome,
here, there, someone whispers,
“you’re a lovely drunk.”
"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes
Friday, June 03, 2005
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1 comment:
Aw shucks, Robinson. And it's still a lovely poem.
HT
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