AND THE DAYS PASS
No new beginning,
no clean ending,
I just drag myself along,
a sad raincoat missing
most of its buttons,
my cathedral miles away
and the workers
still fixing the roof.
Inspired by the letters of Joan Mitchell
as quoted in Joan Mitchell: Lady Painter by Patricia Albers
It’s so Sunday afternoon –
a little Beethoven
and barges with fat asses
and, if we’re lucky, ants.
The queens have wings.
You ask why I count
the number of pills in the bottle,
or tear up the tulips,
or kick back to the surface.
every poem is a blue fiasco
teeming with wild birds.
Copyright © 2011 Howie Good
Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the
author of the full-length poetry collections Lovesick
(Press Americana, 2009), Heart With a Dirty Windshield
(BeWrite Books, 2010), and Everything Reminds Me of Me
(Desperanto, 2011), as well as numerous print and digital
poetry chapbooks, including most recently Love in a Time
of Paranoia from Diamond Point Press.