CHARLIE'S GONE AGAIN - by Matthew
Pickin off rust
waitin for the 10 bus,
Charlie's gone again.
No buffalo jerky
no readin from that Hugo book
nobody throwin an arm over my shoulders
like he use to
because
Charlie's gone again.
Guess I'll figure out
my own algebra
Guess I gotta laugh out loud alone
Guess I'm gonna hafto walk
because the dang bus ain't comin
and
Charlie's gone again.
Thalia! What a great idea for a blog and I can't wait for the launch - I'm waiting to buy my books then. Bravo on everything! Angela
ReplyDeleteBaby T
ReplyDeleteIf I were a stamp I'd lick myself
and be Priority Mail,
coast-to-to coast in two days,
to be with you.
If I were a thought I'd tap, tap, tappity, tap,
shift, tap, tap, tap, enter, taptaptapas@gmail.com over the net to you.
If I were series of sounds, I'd rhubarbrhubarbsodawaterbottle, rhubarbrhubarbsodawaterbottle,
mumble fast over the telephone wires
across the continental U.S. to you.
If I were a piece of luggage
(definitely not a tacky Betsy Johnson bag),
I'd bump, slump bump, bump, bump, slam flop,
BOS to bump, bump, bump, bang, slam, flop, squish, bump, slam flop,
damn stuck in ORD, rerouted bump,
bump, slam flop, bump bump to SBO
and open myself to you.
If I were an editor
I'd take out that last stanza
because my body hurts
just imagining it.
If I were a text message I'd
silently enter 444#55566688833#8
and bounce from cell to cell to cell
ad infinitum
to your cell display
and display my love for you.
But I am not. My heart-to-heart-laugh is
connected to a body that is stuck
here in New Hampshire,
wishing, hoping otherwise, knowing I'm not.
Baby A