So Long, Marianne.
December 19, 2008 at 7:50 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 6 CommentsTags: mermaid tattoo, poetry, prison tattoos, writing
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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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.
Comment by Sumedh Prasad— December 19, 2008 #
This is lovely Paul. So delicate, and the intimacy expressed feels like to me, like it’s a letter.
Comment by cocoyea— December 20, 2008 #
Paul,
The everyday voice in many of your poems is soothing, which somewhat contradictory with the heaviness of the content. I love that combination.
Comment by medicatedlady— December 20, 2008 #
lovely work. 16 years, Mambo, a new tattoo-wow that is a beauty
Comment by tipota— December 20, 2008 #
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.
Comment by Narnie— December 20, 2008 #
🙂
Margarita’s and tatoos.
They go hand in hand in my world, too.
Dumb question. Is the fat guy Santa. Or Buddha. Or..? LOL
Comment by Grace— December 20, 2008 #