Friday, February 26, 2010

http://carcinogenicpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/cl-bledsoe-two-poems.html

2 comments:

  1. Never too much good stuff!
    GRIEVANCES conjured up those
    halcyon college days, those
    tiny cluttered apartments,
    the greasy fast food, the moldy
    pizza boxes, and those mandatory
    piles of books; some of which
    we kept for 40 years until now
    the three volumes of THE HISTORY
    OF CIVILIZATION seem archaic,
    almost silly. The lady of the
    piece for some reason comes
    off for me petite, Indian,
    gorgeous, cooking many kinds
    of exotic dishes loaded with
    curry and odd smelling spices,
    with parents from Bombay, whose
    father wears a turbin and works
    for the public library, and she
    has a stray cat that hisses
    at you when you go over to her
    place, and her roommate is a
    heavy black girl with braces
    who wears red sashes in her
    dredlocks.

    MIKE'S ROOM really puts us
    there. I had a converted room
    in a garage while in high school
    and I was the oldest of three
    kids. It was the early 60's
    so real rock and roll had not
    descended upon the planet yet,
    so there were no posters; comic
    books and baseball cards, yes.
    You always make the writing
    to personable, it is tremendously
    hard to separate the writer
    from the person. If you do not
    have an older brother named
    Mike, you should've had.

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