Battle in Brooklyn (a vatic approach)
by Julie Adams
No matter how I try
the walls close in,
squeezing my excesses
so that clothes seem to hang out
from all corners, on furniture, and
stashed under the futon--
Like a rebellion of underclassmen,
socks, jeans, shirts , bras jut out, lie down
in defiance of the order intended
rejecting my government
of habitation, function, Feng Shui...
but time is not a neighbor I know well,
not like the rent!
700sq feet never seemed small before Brooklyn,
but I fight the constricting octopus--
and it is a great battle!
legs, tentacles, arms all in disarray,
before space was rationed, before H&M,
the clothes were literally let out of the bag!
Not soiled, just neglected, no drawer to call home,
no closet space to sleep in,
exiles in my Brooklyn tyranny, ripped off
as most are, amidst my dressing frenzy
But I slay the evil lingering fibers,
challis and denim, into drawers--
I win over the living room, conquer the closets,
pummel through the crowds of clothes for giveaways--
and the Bonzai's cheer!
Victory is mine, once again...
Come one, come all, see for yourself!
Author's Note: this is a project to incorporate a vatic voice into a poem, experimenting as always, though very rough
Posted on 11/03/2003
Copyright © 2021 Julie Adams
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/03/03 at 06:35 PM|
interesting read, as my son and his gal apartment-search here in Ottawa. Watching the old movie, Single White Female,(Jennifer Jason Leigh and Brigitte Fonda) the other night, was a lesson in point in apartment life and it was set in N.Y.City
|Posted by David R Spellman on 11/04/03 at 10:27 PM|
An interesting and humorous look at confined living and trying to bring some order to your world. Well done Julie.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/10/03 at 12:23 PM|
hurrah for Julie the conquering heroine.