So Long, Marianne.

December 19, 2008 at 7:50 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 6 Comments
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It’s time that we began. 16 years of hard time I got but worse than that was the thought of him out there, doing it again, safe and warm knowing that I am in here.

Today I dusted the tree beneath which sits some fat guy, laughing. Small animals graze.

bop e do bob boom
the John Coltrane riff, subtitled,
ahh that was so beautiful
I disappeared

When suddenly, thought expired
into a Mambo mermaid seabreeze salty
like Mmmmargarittahs
gotta new tattoo it’s a real beauty,

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  1. It’s the combination again, that typifies your writing. A unique combination of a smooth flow of an unobservable depth, and the succinct transitions that twist language to make it bare. beautiful. enjoyable.

  2. This is lovely Paul. So delicate, and the intimacy expressed feels like to me, like it’s a letter.

  3. Paul,
    The everyday voice in many of your poems is soothing, which somewhat contradictory with the heaviness of the content. I love that combination.

  4. lovely work. 16 years, Mambo, a new tattoo-wow that is a beauty

  5. A lovely lead on from Faith and Faithful, or is that just me being too literal? I love the sounds and rolls in both. I always worry about him when he’s in prison.

  6. 🙂

    Margarita’s and tatoos.

    They go hand in hand in my world, too.

    Dumb question. Is the fat guy Santa. Or Buddha. Or..? LOL


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