Saturday, August 02, 2008

Ghost of a Chance

Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy, shotgun
wedding at the doughnut stand, sugary
voodoo. Your name written in dust
across windows in Old Town.

Daddy was here earlier. He says
it is snowing those big fat flakes
I like so much, he’ll be back,
he says. Have you seen him?

Where are the cats? Jimmy promised
to take me to the fair, win a stuffed
tiger, oh he made me laugh. Will I know
you when my mind starts to break down?

Surely, you’d remember me?
We were close, as they say, before
your premature departure from the scene.
I’m still nineteen, aren’t I?

Who are all these people
and where are the cats
and why are all the windows open?
Strangers could get in.

Will we get home before dark?
I haven’t been to a club since
we used to dress up during the war.
You were there, fixing my hair, Mabel.

Have you seen Jimmy lately?
I’m worried. I don’t know who these
people are. Who’s that, just walked
through the room? Mabel, was it a cat?


Blogger Dale said...

Whew. Yeah. That's what it's like, all right.

Great poem!

8:19 PM  
Blogger Kay said...

Wooh - that's so good!

3:00 AM  

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