Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Poem of the Day #30


We were driving; no, ballooning.
We hover over the train tracks at sunset, out by Laguna.
BNSF half-mile long, cars hauling uranium, no, coal.

We land in the casino parking lot.  Mostly old people
inside, but some young ones, where money is traded
for expectations of dreams. 

Six thousand dollars is counted out to one woman
in cash, hundreds. Time to get out of here.  City lights
are a distant flicker on the horizon.

We float east and the train is still there, now motionless.
I think of my parents, they would like this adventure.
They sleep three states away, distant. 

Dreams so deep they won't remember
the journey when they wake up in their room.
The pilot gives us a shot of propane.

We rise, reaching;
content to drift,
silent at sunrise.

This is my final poem for April poetry  month.  I grew up with my dad and brother being railfans and into model railroading. Every time I pass a depot or train museum I'm conditioned to stop. While driving on I-40 west of Albuquerque towards Acoma Pueblo and Grants I've seen long trains. I don't have a photo, but the one here will have to do. I combined my love of hot air ballooning with trains in this poem.

Poem of the Day #29


At three a.m.
the moon knows
the truth.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Poem of the Day #28


Cactus sprout new shoots
and the park with green grass is comfort
for families with kids playing on swings
guitar music floating on leafy trees
young couples embracing on blankets.

My satisfaction of planting herbs on my front walkway
to bloom in summer
A two hour breakfast with friends outside
A perfect sundown for a day in paradise
Saturn rises.

Poem of the Day #27

Leave Me Alone says Daisy Kenyon played by Joan Crawford

"Leave me alone!" she says
and the phone keeps ringing
old-fashioned brrrrringggg.....
solid and steady that won't stop
until she picks it up
and says "you're not listening!"

Two men want to possess her
they don't understand how she could want neither,
a woman alone with her career in the 1940's.

Alone at the Cape in winter
the two men still pursue her
their needs stronger than hers
an attorney's conquest
a troubled veteran's imaginary love
she wants the ringing to stop,
she wants to get on with her life,
make her own plans.

She is always the other woman
competing with a wife, one alive, one dead.
She wants to be her own woman now
and almost is
until Hollywood prescribes the woman-must-get-married ending.

Joan, I love your face and your woes
preserved in film noir
you are gorgeous, dark and beautiful
as you play the part
of Daisy with her still-husband walking in the door.
You have that second martini
and toast your make-believe marriage.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Poem of the Day #26


I have no tattoos on my body.
Am I truly naked?
Kids talk of their next mark of ink
to remember someone or something.
My body is blank of needles.

I sometimes wish I had skin of color.
I came here from the north
white as snow.
Now the sun has marked me.

I wish I could dye myself a new color
each day
around the color wheel.

White privilege cannot be erased
I stand in solidarity
with color.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Poem of the Day #25

Poem that Slept in Late

It's okay to title a poem "Poem"
Train ride dream to no-
Where car carries my water
I climb the rope
Ladder to no-
Where is the next level?
It's okay to count
This poem a day late.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poem of the Day #24

Comment on Three Teenagers Drag Racing
On Central Avenue and Louisiana