Showing posts with label Pluta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pluta. Show all posts

Poems

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…leaving Leenaiyos
and Kohmohss
without discussion
Pahn rides his bicycle
into his old district neighborhood

Blossom-hill

Oak-meadow

the tracts
that supplanted the orchards
forty years before
                                                            he knows them well
                                                              these dark and wooded roads
                                                              of Eithnia’s neighborhood
with their tar and gravel
and rounded curbs
dewy lawns
and daily papers

                                                             almost
                                                              like the damp fringes
                                                            around a pond
He rides to the grocery store

                                                         meeting Aiks
                                                        who takes him to Nordstrom’s

He sees Pitteuss    and Pluta

He is looking for long underwear

                                                          unable
to find his size       embarrassed
wonders if                                they are wondering why

                                                         he is not at work   and if they asked
he would                             

                                                      explain
that he has an appointment
at 9:30—

he looks at the clock
It is time to go

            he tells Aiks

and he walks

                                                  into the library

The priestess comes
but Pahn can’t afford her beauty
and can’t afford health                       
so

                                                  goes back to work to spend
                                                                         time with Yaohwa

Athehna comes out of the winery       in the rain
Pahn is surprised

                                          that she has come to see him
                                                                             In bad weather

“There you are”
she says
“I read your poem”
and she hugs him

He knows it is because

                                     of something she saw

but in a moment           

                                                                  he realizes that he is dreaming…

…Standing with Egairia
Pahn wants to give her

                                                            more than conversation

all he has is a poem of a dream

                                                                                           and he knows
                                                             that she doesn’t read poetry
so


quickly
oddly

he conjures                    an African sea captain
 

                    who walks
 

                up the
                 stamped 
           concrete
                     in a Greek
      hat
                   buttoned
       coat
     and
                  greets her

He will interpret…
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Free Affection


Pahn is lying in a beige
modern classroom
surrounded by women
co-workers
talking happily after hours

Pluta is lying next to Pahn      her hand
beneath the blanket    touching
his bare thigh
speaking softly
he can feel
his penis
          just touching the side of her pinky 
He is thinking he will grow erect
and wondering if she will mind…

…the new woman speaks
older    dark    and solid conveying
a vague prohibition
of something…

…they go to another room
where Pluta    standing
says she has become sick
and must leave…

…Pahn is with another woman
tall and thin    like Pluta
who walks
comfortably with him             wandering
out of the building     and into the street
where Pahn thinks he is free
to be affectionate
his arm around her
and feeling love
They walk                                                           
 into a fruit store     that leads
into a mall
They are followed by another woman     who steals
a wide tray of fruit      for them
 
At the end                                                    
of the mall     a group of late-nighters
in evening gowns
comes through the glass door               Pahn
looks at their bare shoulders             and their breasts
 swelling      above their gowns          as they walk by
then goes with his companion
out into the street

  Pahn recognizes the corner
  where they’ve come out
and leads his date
across the street
into a Catholic cathedral        thinking
he will find a way out the other side 

They wind their way
through corridors        and stairways
that open periodically           onto a concert hall
and auditorium           that becomes
 immense as they climb
the ranks
of empty sage-green seats        sloping
into the distance
and finally
at the top of the stairs
they enter a room where confessions occur
donning the priests’ robes      and lying on couches…

…A man comes into the room
and asks to confess 
He sits by Pahn        and speaks      but Pahn
doesn’t pay attention 
Pahn falls asleep                                                                 
and during the night   he hears
a priest come into the room 

Pahn pulls over his hood                                                      
 to obscure his face     and lies motionless 
   The priest comes over to the couch                                    
to stand over Pahn
for a moment. 
    Pahn looks up                                                             
             surreptitiously                                                   
through his eyelashes           to see
the mans vague      dark      and hooded
figure looking down
then walking away

When Pahn arises
 in the morning             there is
a homeless man
cooking brownies in a skillet
 in the middle of the room 
Pahn walks over to him          eating
the last of his own brownies   thinking
the man’s brownies are made with weed
and his own were not
and that the man
would like him to eat the hallucinogenic ones
but Pahn
 is happy not to be stoned

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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