I’m supposed to write some haikus for my English class. Since I’m only two pages into my four-page poetry opus, I thought I would take a break and write some. They are supposed to focus on sensory imagery, but I’m not in the sunniest of moods this weekend.
glazed ceramic cat
she sent to me in winter
stares with painted eyes
feel the warm dark breath
grinding, metal on metal
“Next stop, Bedford Ave.”
Amy Hempel writes
short stories with such brevity
they could be haikus
[the rest of these written while flipping through d.o.c. (nsfw)]
crossed the creek undressed
clutching a handful of hair
furious ramming
two boys adrift on
an ocean of anonymous sex
possibilities
wet perineum
straining to get to the best
hour of happiness
man in the next booth
prettiest guy of the day
the wall between us
Categories: Ennui
- Published:
- November 29, 2009 – 6:14 pm
- Author:
- By A.
I decided on a poem to write my paper on. It’s The City by Cavafy.
You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you. You will walk
the same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods,
will turn gray in these same houses.
You will always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere else in the world.
Reminds you of a few people, doesn’t it?
Categories: Ennui
- Published:
- November 29, 2009 – 11:41 am
- Author:
- By A.