Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

24 May, 2010

Personal Ad

Personal Ad

One girl who gardens and dreams
of Marxist utopias is seeking
someone who prefers
witty literature to foreplay
and mind-blowing ideas to orgasms.
Someone to share dark and demented films with,
and it would be nice
if that person
also liked classical music
and reading, like I do.
And if you think this sounds
girly
please be advised
that I can eat more chilli
and drink more beer
and quote more Tarantino lines
than you. Just sayin'.
We can settle this with a thumb-wrestle
which I will win
did I mention my fingers
are extraordinarily long?

Someone with a geeky sense of humour,
who will laugh with me
until we are crying and squatting
and clutching ourselves
trying not to pee.

I shower and wash my hair
before I go to sleep and upon awakening.
I know, it’s only bed, not surgery,
but hot water is my favourite bread
for sandwiching the day.
I only have coffee for breakfast,
but if you prefer an omelette,
will you make it yourself and let me have a bite?
I will happily cook dinner every night
if you will help me with the dishes.
Sometimes, I sit quite still
for twenty minutes or so
to study a leaf or a photograph
for no reason at all.
And at other times I can talk
as if I were some great orator
with access to all of the mysteries of life -
please, feel free to tell me to shut up.

Morning Drop-Off

She pulls her arms away
from my grabbing hands
and kisses me and smiles
while I scream and arch my back.
She smiles also at the person
who is not my mother,
who uses my hand to return
Mother’s good-bye wave,
who answers my screaming rage
with cheerful chatter
in a room so blue,
red, yellow and purple
with animals on the walls and
not a single empty space
on the floor
to just lie still
and feel the plainness
or listen
to very little sounds
like at home.
The sounds in this place
that is not my home
are never little
and there is no plainness.
But I am very little here.