by Shannon Adele
Walking from the store on the corner
carrying a bag of peaches.
His eyes and his
eyes watching me through windows
at all angles. I'm hit
symbolically. Girl. Carrying peaches. In a bag.
I think of Freud and how much fun
he would have. I think of Freud
In Vienna and how little
fun he was having.
There's a box camera in your closet.
It's taking pictures of your
mouth. From ten,
or ten thousand miles away
I'm taking pictures
in your mouth. Picture Christ
with a telescope. His telescope
is a microscope. Drizzling immersion
oil in the South Pacific. People are wearing
masks made from yams and eating yams
and worshipping yams because that's all
he ever gave them. In another world,
red dragons are snaking. People are yelling
and laughing and peaches are exploding
because this year is a new year.
Posted on 07/18/2008
Copyright © 2018 Shannon Adele
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/18/08 at 02:09 PM|
Obviously, the form in this is outstanding. It's actually in my opinion a lot harder to do this style well than it might seem, and I think you did something really quite good with it.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/18/08 at 03:56 PM|
It's an interesting journey you've taken me on, one I won't soon forget - the progression of thoughts you've shared here. Really interesting!!!
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/18/08 at 03:58 PM|
And, just as an explanation, I rated it "original", and some of the other descriptives I chose, which, unless I explained, would seem like "low marks", when, in truth, I mean them to be the highest marks because so much poetry that is written is not too original, and I find this piece absolutely refreshing!!!!!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/04/15 at 04:29 AM|
This, to me, is a mind just as free and flowing as I wish mine were. Zany, psychedelic, pretty darn liberating. Thanks.