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jeff j



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PostPosted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 3:18 pm    Post subject: autobiography of the cab driver... Reply with quote

Poem: "Autobiography of the Cab Driver Who Picked Me Up at a Phoenix Hotel to Catch a Four A.M. Flight and Began to Speak in (Almost) Rhyming Couplets" by Rebecca McClanahan, from Deep Light: New and Selected Poems, 19872007. Iris Press, 2007. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

Autobiography of the Cab Driver Who Picked Me Up At a Phoenix Hotel to Catch a Four A.M. Flight and Began to Speak in (Almost) Rhyming Couplets

I got two problems. One,
I never see the sun
and two, if I did,
I couldn't take it, never could.
Now, my sister? Out one day
and brown the next. That's the way
my father was. We never
took vacations but he used to steer
on Sundays with one arm
out the window. Get dark as a black man.
Something in his blood, I guess.
Once I bought me a mess
of tanning cream, but something
kept me from using it.
He's been dead a whole
year. They say there's not a soul
on the streets this hour,
but the souls are just now rousing.
Yes Ma'am, when I see daylight I slide
into my coffin and close the lid.
Cooler that way. They say if you can survive
a summer in this heat, you're a native.
My brother's child? She claims to be one,
but I tell her she's got Made in Japan
stamped all over her keister.
Hey lady, you still on Eastern
time? You can have it. Yesterday
the TV reporter in Cincinnati
was three feet in snow. I phoned
my old drinking buddy back home
to rub it in. Lied and said I was out
today without a shirt. Barefoot.
He said you can keep those hundred
degrees. I said you don't have to shovel
a heat wave. Young lady, you okay?
Looks like you're fading. The longest day
I ever lived was the night
I left for Vietnam. What a sight,
would you look at that? Damn
jackhammers at three a.m.
They sure like to play in the dirt here.
Yes Ma'am. It's the same everywhere.
The shortest distance between
two points is always under construction.

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PostPosted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 5:55 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Loved this poem. I like real.

"the shortest distance between
two points is always under construction."

Coincidentally or not;-) I wrote this one this morning:

The Native Returns

Will you jump into these words
naked with Promise?

attempt the impossible dream?

fall in love
with your own true self?

Look
how far you've come
to be here now
see all these pages
yellowing
with the sting of separation,
your life slowly drumming itself
out of existence

as if the caged bird has the will
to fly

that abysmal yearning never to be
satisfied,
the trail of fire--
nipping like small mean dogs
at your fleeing feet,

your own prejudice and incited riot,
your blazing loss in that old familiarity
misery and despair,
primitive,
oh, so primitive

and here you are,
what are you going to do
my friend,
with your life pleading upon your lips,
will you pluck your own eyes
to remove these lines of poetry?






Love,
Anna
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jeff j



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PostPosted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 9:21 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

beautifull anna
annaruiz wrote:


The Native Returns

Will you jump into these words
naked with Promise?

attempt the impossible dream?

fall in love
with your own true self?

Look
how far you've come
to be here now
see all these pages
yellowing
with the sting of separation,
your life slowly drumming itself
out of existence

as if the caged bird has the will
to fly

that abysmal yearning never to be
satisfied,
the trail of fire--
nipping like small mean dogs
at your fleeing feet,

your own prejudice and incited riot,
your blazing loss in that old familiarity
misery and despair,
primitive,
oh, so primitive

and here you are,
what are you going to do
my friend,
with your life pleading upon your lips,
will you pluck your own eyes
to remove these lines of poetry?
Love,
Anna


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