when you’re a poor kid
to dress up as a hobo
you needn’t add much
Progress
47 pontiac
39 merc
49 merc
51 chevy
51 lincoln
57 pontiac
one had a choke
one was big and steady
one threw a rod on the garden state
one had no first gear
one bore kittens
one got new spark plugs
one got a tape deck
one got slippy seat covers
one got seat belts
one got seat cancer
we bargained for junkyard tires
we fixed our own flats
we patched blown mufflers
we sent oil down the storm drain
we didn’t know better
Apologies and thanks to Raymond Carver for the mostly subconscious influence of his poem “The Car”, copy here. My favorite of his long list of troubled cars? “The car that left the restaurant without paying.”
Bench seat
A few people from work
out to get lunch
you in the middle, me
on the right
all new employees, first time
we’re all together
You can tell how long ago this was —
that car had a bench seat.
On the floor there is a hump
where the car’s transmission fits
you have to keep your feet up on it, no choice
and keep your knees together, no choice
so your leg does not touch mine
I keep my knees together, too
so I don’t infringe.
Why, we hardly know each other.
It’s hard for a human to
keep both knees together
that long, but it seems we must
for miles and miles,
almost exhausting.
Me in my suit
you in your summer dress
your feet high upon the hump.
Mind if I relax, I finally ask;
you laugh, and you relax too.
Your leg is warm
through your summer dress
we are friends
nothing can come of this
Two million dollars
in the cafeteria after hours
you had your checkbook out
and I asked you
to write me a check
how much you said
two million dollars I said
you wrote it and signed it
and passed it over
the background showed
the sun at the horizon.
I called it a sunrise;
you laughed and said
that was funny,
because you’d
always thought of it
as a sunset
Punishment
Both sons in the back seat
south on the Parkway
to the Shore for the day
they’ve been fighting all morning.
They are
getting to me.
Knock it off, I say or I’m
turning this car around.
Born five years apart,
they laugh and egg each other on.
They do not knock it off, and I,
I am sick of it, I’ve had it.
Next exit Irvington.
I take the exit
then a left, then another.
Now we’re back on the Parkway
this time headed
back north.
Now the sound
of someone weeping.
It’s my wife.
In praise of a sturdy table
My new monitor will be
of size 32 inches, much
bigger than the old one,
the old one hardly a monitor at all,
just a screen.
I’ll order my new monitor
when my ship comes in.
I’ll put it where the old one sat
for years, sort of half alongside
my comfy chair, the chair
also old, but still reliable.
My big new monitor will need
something substantial under it, the
table there now is much too small.
There is space enough for a bigger table,
but it has to be extra solid,
so if I happen to
bump against it when I stand up
it won’t wobble and
cause a tragedy.
When I buy electronics,
I never buy the insurance,
I think it’s a ripoff.
. . .
At Amazon, I look at side tables and
end tables and just-plain tables, looking for
something maybe 20 inches square,
but not too high –
I do my computer typing leaning
way back and slouched way down.
Here’s one that looks sturdy for sure –
it has an almost medieval quality,
with braces of strap iron,
like a Tennessee jail cell.
There are not many reviews,
so I read them all.
Overall, 4.5 stars out of 5.
The reviewers fall
into three classes:
– the majority love it
– pragmatic types say it’s adequate
– one single-star reviewer
is disappointed by the size.
Here’s what they said:
– Nice shape, nice size, and very pretty
– Sturdy little table
– Pretty little table
– KSWIN end table
– Worth the price…
– Easy to assemble
– Love it!
– Tables
– Awesome product!
– Worth it
– Great purchase
– Great table
– A lot smaller than I expected
– PERFECT
– Good
– So cute and sturdy!
– Mesita decorativa
– Easy to assemble and useable
– Nice table
After I order, it arrives in two days. As I bring the box into the house, I hear something bumping around inside. It’s the table in its own tight little box stamped with Chinese characters and bound in yards of transparent tape. It warns “Do not open with knife” and “Returns will only be accepted in original package”.
The table is packed flat of course, and must be assembled. The directions are simple and clear.
Included are two plastic bags of eight screws each, a bag of four adjustable feet, and an Allen wrench. The other parts are individually wrapped and packed tight together using precision-shaped Styrofoam bumpers.
IKEA has nothing on the KSWIN company – the parts fit together perfectly. It takes me about fifteen minutes, that long because I’m pretty methodical.
Reply to a young personnel manager
Here’s a 1981 classic from my souvenir collection . For the youngsters here, when you see “Personnel”, think “Human Resources”.
Shadow, after a trip to Home Depot
I like to pee with the night light on
It makes my dick look big and long
If I should drip a couple drops
I spray some Clorox on those spots
Young Abe and the Widow
and before he would leave her
he split her rails
and then her beaver
For Fillmore the Syndicated Sea Turtle
Japanese art form
17 tight syllables
go ahead, count them
Ladybug
ladybug so cute
welcome to my hairy arm
wander as you wish
Spoken at the kitchen window
A big-ass black butterfly
just went by
Kids, finish this poem and win a prize.
There’s a word for that
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
— Joyce Kilmer, “Trees”, 1913
Do you remember driving down the Garden State Parkway years ago and there were all those ugly cellphone towers? Then a few years later there were all those ugly fake trees instead?
Well, today’s more modern fake trees have a name, and it’s clever and perfect and I think a credit to the English language. I found out about all this when I read about actor Richard Gere angering his neighbors in rural Bedford, NY by donating a piece of his land to erect a cell tower that would improve the town’s emergency vehicle response times. In a classic example of NIMBY, some of Gere’s wealthy and famous neighbors object to the tower because it would spoil their views of the Bedford countryside.
That cool new name for a fake tree is monopine. If you google “monopine”, wrapped up in double quotes just like that, you’ll see some good examples of cell towers that are not quite as ugly as they used to be.
The above lines from Trees make me think of my 7th-grade teacher Miss Barnett, who loved poetry and taught us kids how to love it too. Beyond Joyce Kilmer, she favored plainspoken, left-leaning poets like Carl Sandburg, but didn’t try to indoctrinate us, letting the words speak for themselves. She treated every one of us as though we were smart.
Toy gun
late days in the barren park
heading home
no one there
set-back houses across the street
yellow windows
no one there
under gaslight streetlight
cold halo
hiss pale shadow
gust of wind
spindly bushes rattle
in the grey fall park
toy gun cold metal
long walk home
no one there
Haiku of complaint
your web site is poop
after search for a poet
cannot view his works
Halloween haiku (plural!)
The local newspaper had a Halloween haiku contest. These did not win.
loose good and plenties
jelly apple lint dusted
throw away later
generous spinster
gives us candy and quarters
the catch, we must sing
new foreign neighbors
apprehending some danger
keep houselights unlit