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:
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.
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.
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