Thursday, January 3, 2008

Radio


Mary loves everyone

listens
to the radio

doesn't mind
commercials

likes knowing
somebody's there

loves to
listen

guards her heart with an
infinite kindness

sleeps in

asks the ceiling: "have I not been
Good enough?"

waits for answers

has doubts

pounds the wheel
at night in her driveway

takes a
deep breath

turns on the radio

loves everyone

i have a mild fascination with the name mary, as gunter knows. he put it better himself than i could: "on one hand, mary the mother of christ, on the other mary magdaline, the prostitute. every man's ideal."

this doesn't deal with that at all, but it's a fun way to judge anybody you know named mary.

i'm james by the way! howdy! harass me at
http://kidjumpsearly.blogspot.com/.

2 comments:

sovietturkey said...

I'm fond of the fragmentation, as well as your ability to make a (what I consider) mundane subject so... (what I consider) grandiose.

Cool.

Gunter Heidrich said...

Nice bit of poetry, exposing all of the odd almost fetish-like obsession that we're afraid to admit to, then suggests that perhaps God is just a product of staring at the ceiling a bit to long...but perhaps I'm reading too much into it and just been staring at the poem a bit too long too.