Category Archives: original poems by geul

Vallejo and his pants

 

Vallejo meditated on ways to make his pants last

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In the end you kneel
before physics

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when it gets too cold in Michigan
stray kittens lose their paws to frostbite
(what do they do after that?)

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Armenians shed family
on the long march
like your lover doing a striptease
all the way to the bedroom
(what is obscene?)

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Throw darts at life at history
it’s hard to miss an atrocity

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In winter
trees lose all inhibition
their arms reach up
in shamanistic contortions
sweeping the air weeping the air
beseeching to the right and the left
up and down
all is bare
why
oh why
why
cross
and silent reproach


Roadrunner

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I saw you first swallowing a bird
out the study window with your beak pointing skyward
throat taut
My mouth opened likewise in dismay

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Another time you had what looked like a ruddy berry
in your beak
Later it occurred to me that it was a tiny shrunken tomato
probably rotten from thawing and freezing on the vine
all winter long

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Ah – you have it tough I thought
my earlier disgust all forgotten


Twenties

 

It was an age when the beauty of the world drove you mad
liquified in your veins
and fed the sadness of your future death

Only self-immolation could cool your heat


Moonchild

 

he had a dirty-blond goatee
the hem of his pants were frayed
and the threads dragged

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he said he was a football player
in high school
then giggled

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in the dark of his small room
we sat on the floor
drinking plum tea

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listening to King Crimson
waiting for the sun on the mountain
out in the hall people laughed


 

 

This is how I’ll remember it:
An argument on the interstate
and coffee in Tucson.
Somebody came over to our table
and said, “See that guy, he’s very smart — but he’s given to drink.”
Thinking about luxuries
driving through the suburban landscape
saying to myself:
“The suburbs aren’t so bad — not bad at all.
I’m sick of the dinge and the fringe —
So, this is what there is.”
And my wild, fragile youth
***********************passed away
like that.

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

I’m going to hide behind
this poem
it’s my bulletproof vest
my invisible suit.
It can also do double-duty as
noise-reduction earphone.

If you wear it like glasses
you might see non-virtual reality.

Today there’s a special
discounted to $0.00

 

 


Paradise Lost

 

When the day came into view today
I mean I felt its soft warmth
I felt the world relent
or that’s how it felt.
I remembered that I was once young and happy.
Of course then I didn’t know I was young
because I didn’t know what old was.
And I didn’t know I was happy because
I didn’t know what the world was.
Now I just remember and call it happy.
I’m not happy, I can’t be happy anymore but
I can remember being happy.


House

 

 

집. You moved us six times and then twice more after I left home. This was something remarkable among your friends. And to the end you were always ready to entertain the idea of another move. At different times you wanted to run away I know, but where would you run to and what would you do once you got there? You lacked confidence in that life; you said “I pity your father” without much pity. And so that dream faded without much bitterness or so I thought. It was a dream of being alone. But what would you do once you got there? House became life.


Death

 

 

When she died she unzipped the air and disappeared into a hole in time. The air was zipped back up and no one was the wiser.

They sequestered her in a room far away where I can never go and from which she can never come back. I hear her voice on the phone, languid, bored, forlorn. She’s there but I can never go see her and she can never come back.

Dad howled and stumbled after her walking into the street, stood in the middle of the street, looked after her.