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INDIGLORIOUS
by George Jack
Waking up an hour before
The alarm is set to go offby George Jack
Waking up an hour before
Some insomnilonging lulls me
From beneath the pre-dawn and its
Chrysallislumberous keep
That indiglorious first hour of morning
When the room is steeping in
The same blue glow curve
As the outside sky
On the front porch
A light fog dampens all it touches
Impassively clouded agent of freecipitation
Dew, like softly jeweled fugitives
Cling to leaf, stem, petal, in it’s wake, and
Presses the shoulders of my robe
As might ghostly fingertips
Belonging to the opened palms of well wishes
Reassuring me at some reverse-funeral procession
I would only be welcome at, and
Privy to
At this sherbet-spectral hour of the day.
All that’s missing
Are all of the colors
In dreams and in the world and
Everything else I’ve left behind
To be here at this moment,
To bathe in this both rare and
Precious blue, illuminating this,
The other side of twilightenment.
~George Jack
My Heart is an Ocean Moon
Response to “Ocean Moon,” a landscape by Susan B. Luca
Poem by Ross Bachelder
You know, I’m just another guy,
I think you’ll all agree.
But there are times when I see stuff
That other guys don’t see.
For instance, when I watch TV
Or shop around for food,
I learn just how to be a man
And cop a manly mood!
On every channel except C-SPAN,
And down those grocery aisles,
They tell me how to be a stud --
Man Stuff in piles and piles!
But really -- can we always trust
What Advertisers say,
‘bout what it takes to be a man,
And live the manly way?
On Tuesdays they don’t like my hair --
They think it’s too damn gray!
But when those Fridays roll around,
Gray makes a HUNK, they say.
I really want to learn the truth --
It couldn’t come too soon!
But what the hell does THIS dude know?
My heart is an Ocean Moon!
If you REALLY want confusion, friends,
Check out the deodorant aisle!
Make a pit-stop in the smells
And linger for awhile.
Such an awful stink they make
About which brand to choose.
Adrenaline will make you tough -
Your testosterone will OOZE!
Or give the Power Beads a try --
Temptation might do wonders!
But which, you ask, is sure to bring
Excitement to my unders?
And what about them razor blades?
Now THERE’S a manly item!
Mach 3, Flex 4 or Turbo Charge --
But WHICH one will EXCITE ‘em?
Hey, let’s go down the Shampoo Aisle --
And get an Ocean Charge --
Want Heat Igniting Citrus, Boys?
Them babes are loomin’ Large!
I want to know just what to buy,
What makes the women swoon --
But Jesus -- what does this guy know?
My heart is an Ocean Moon!
My LOVE LIFE sure could use a fix --
I’ll get me some Viagra!
A pill or two should do the trick --
I’ll become the Great Niagara!
I suppose it would be swell as hell,
To be up for four straight hours,
It’s an inconvenience I can’t afford --
I’d have to take a shower!
Now I hate to be redundant here --
I’m sounding like a goon!
And besides -- what do I really know --
My heart is an Ocean Moon!
I don’t shoot guns, I don’t race cars,
Don’t drink and chase the ladies.
I’ll bet those guys on Madison Ave
Think I belong in Hades.
I like to READ and WRITE, you see,
And visit ART MUSEUMS.
Kandinsky, Klee and Nevelson --
You really oughta see ‘em!
And sometimes, on a warm spring night,
I drive down to the Ocean
And stand beneath a cool blue moon --
I GET these funny notions.
The tender part of me is tough --
Though the Manly Man’s inside.
It insists on equal billing, by God --
The POET is my guide!
So hit me with your Hard Sell, boys --
And I’ll take it like a man.
Just hang on to the stupid stuff --
Or dump it in the can.
You know, those Empty Suits must think
I’m crazy as a loon!
And they may be right, for all I know --
‘Cause My heart is an Ocean Moon!
-- Ross Bachelder June 13, 2012
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