Wednesday, 18 October 2023

Five Poems by Marc Isaac Potter

 



Yellow Truck

 

... Yellow truck, stumbling reluctantly along the desolate road.

 

Stops.

 

The driver turns his head …

to look out the passenger window.

This window,

large and picturesque,

Is now showcasing

a white ash bookshelf, empty, damaged …  quite off to the side of the road..

 

He asks himself:  what are the chances that anyone knows I am here?


 

Homage to My Mother

 

… as he looked up …   his hand brushed –  sharply, pushed really – the glass of hot coffee over on his computer, and he was seen swearing around the village for generations …

Birds whose names start with “t” are as follows (pause) :

Robin –

Weeping willow

Campbell’s soup

Thomas Payne

The TV series MADMEN

Dancing  ( pause, dance, pause dance ) 

   when my mother, my true and honest mother, my theatrical, demonstrative,  “come get the funny while you can” mother died.  All the men in Holland baked apple pies

Whereas the Northerners were called carpetbaggers because they were migrating to South Carolina.

How many children are dying?[1]  UNICEF says that 29,000 children are dying each day.

My father fell face down in the mud and then swore never to drink again.

 

 

Wyoming

 

Part One


Please wait for Part Four,

as it may,

Possibly, or not,

be more interesting.

 

Part Two


... maybe it was the high-pitched voice,

that doomed him we'll never know ...

and that is not to be taken lightly ...

 

Part Three


There are 6 species

of Grebes                   [ 1 ] , [ 2 ] 

in Wyoming,

 

They are:

 

Pied-billed Grebe

Horned Grebe

Red-necked Grebe

Eared Grebe

Western Grebe

Clark's Grebe

...

Part Four

 

What would Weldon Kees have done,

if he had left for Mexico

on that fateful day

by way of Wyoming?

 

Would he,

for example,

have

left his 1957 DeSoto    [ 3 ]

open and available

to the various Grebes,

even though they are ungainly

on land

and might have refused?

...

The two situations are,

in their Absurdity

equally unknowable:

 

Let’s review:

1 – Was the fate of our unknown man

sealed by his unusually high voice?

 

2 – a hypothetical question regarding

poet, Jazz musician, painter, and filmmaker Weldon Kees.

Sarah sits on her bed

a …  not ….  only

slight, but also

frail girl

of 13 years

 

nearly destroyed

by the unending

bullying.

...

The children joke in private about her unusually low and manly voice … Sarah, already is beyond cutting.  Beyond meth and ecstasy ...

Her heart is just tired.


I guess some folks would claim

that the following is good news :

 

statement:

“Despite her best attempts

Sarah is too sad to do herself in …”

 

The statement may be seen as good news,

Since, as the maniacal positivists

claim

There is always hope.

...

Sixty-one years from now

Sarah will be rocking in her delightful chair

refusing visits from

 

not just caregivers

 

but the children of her neighborhood

who have come to admire her

who want to listen to her worldly wisdom

and make tea.

---  end ---

 

Footnotes for Poem - Wyoming

 

[ 1 ] - Birds of Wyoming

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_birds_of_Wyoming

 

[ 2 ]   Pronunciation of the word Grebe

http://www.howjsay.com/index.php?word=grebe&submit=Submit

 

[ 3 ]  - Some of the facts regarding Weldon Kees disappearance are,

if I am not mistaken, also wrong .... for example the car was not a 1957

DeSoto, it was – perhaps something else ... for example a Plymouth

of some mid-1950s year.

 


Postulation

 

...  alive  ....

as would come a natural

moment of the heart ...

... so far, ... a man who finds the happiness,

beauty, oblique-ness in everyday things.

 ... he walks down the sidewalk,

a boy reaches over to scratch

a persistent itch.   The tall man,

a shock of blond hair, experiences this American Boy on this American Street as a child in Fallujah

 

A huge green truck, a huge old rusted creamery green

truck with scrap metal overflowing in the back, backfires loudly.

 

  in the former soldier's mind, his mind,

forever right now ...

to detonate

in this soldier's head

the explosion goes off yet again,

 

body parts airborne  ...

his companion's body parts a vicious meat salad for the sky fly again as though for the last time and yet again his companions are blown yet again forever and yet again

Meanwhile back here on the American side walk the friend with whom he had been spending the afternoon gets up off the sidewalk having mimicked him by hitting the sidewalk hard and says:

are you listening?

sometimes i have the feeling that you are not really listening ....

 

Part 3

 

...  will someone please run to the Betty Ford Clinic and get me some of those great drugs that Betty and the Jets - of course

what i meant there was

those great drugs that

Benny and the Jets took off the various people who came into the clinic for treatment, they must have a great stash back there ...

...  as I look around the room, test the microphone and say ...

i don't mean to scare you folks out of your natural wits,  of course by then the damage is already done,

the woman in the back yanks at the substantial shiny blue hem of her skirt - wishing the skirt were endlessly longer, wishing she had gone to Vietnam for that lovely vacation that her pet zebra of a husband

rather than volunteer to help these Iraq War Vets …

 

Part 4

 

... Anna's Hummingbird

 

with its blood-red crown

knows all it needs to know,

in its bones,

not in its wings ....

 

footnote 1

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_Battle_of_Fallujah

monday, january 02, 2012

 

 

footnote 2  - 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna%27s_hummingbird

monday, january 02, 2012

 


Making Progress

 

..  this communication,

sent in the form of a poem ...

poetic interludes

i suppose, only the heart

sings like this ...

 

the mountain bluebird,

sits on her eggs,

 

the wild poppy with its

homogeneous red beauty

 

such as Photographer

Lewis Collard shot

many years ago …


 

Part 2


Dearest Sensei,

i have been wanting to tell you

this:

 

when we all - during a

half day zen retreat,

 

go to take our lunch ...

that journey,

back into the caverns

of the art gallery

At which we sit ...

 

a beautiful walk for other

participants,

I am sure ...

 

is pointedly

treacherous

to whatever is left of me ...

 

...  as i walk deeper and deeper

in

i think of Che Guevara telling

us that North America is the belly

of the monster,

 

i think of Movie Maker David Lynch,

his particularly

twisted videos

full of surprises

last time we all had our

light hearted and healthy meal

after two periods of zazen sitting

 

i spent the time

wondering

if i could get out alive

 

back out to the light

 

Without disturbing

 

[1] About 29,000 children under the age of five – 21 each minute – die every day, mainly from preventable causes. More than 70 per cent of almost 11 million child deaths every year are attributable to six causes: diarrhoea, malaria, neonatal infection, pneumonia, preterm delivery, or lack of oxygen at birth.

https://www.unicef.org/mdg/childmortality.html


Marc Isaac Potter (we/they/them) …  is a differently-abled writer living in the SF Bay Area. Marc’s interests include blogging by email and Zen. They have been published in Fiery Scribe Review, Feral A Journal of Poetry and Art,  Poetic Sun Poetry, and Provenance Journal.   

Twitter is @mocai01

 WC =  13

Marc Isaac Potter (we/they/them) …does not have a dog named Wilbur 

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