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Like the Last English Guy in India
Plus two other poems from Marnie Bullock Dresser
All Fall Down
- Samaras twist and twirl their way to the ground.
- The shower of green just will not stop. It’s like
- A toddler spinning, spinning. All fall down.
- Spring’s run hot, then cold, this time around.
- Tornadoes one day, snow the next. All the while,
- Samaras twist and twirl their way to the ground.
- I think I saw someone who scares me, downtown
- Today. I thought he was locked away, locked tight.
- My thoughts are spinning, spinning, all fall down.
- Samaras twist and twirl their way to the ground
- As if this were a normal spring day. Not quite.
- I’d pray, but I lack faith in this faith I’ve found.
- When my little boy spins, I worry he’ll fall down
- On something sharp. He doesn’t see what I
- See — corners, corners everywhere. And now
- Another threat. So much for peace of mind.
- Dear God, protect my family. Please. At least try.
- Samaras twist and twirl their way to the ground
- Just like a toddler spinning. All fall down.
Hot Psalms
- Right-now, just-right,
- Hot psalms for all
- That ails you and yours.
- Podiatry, angina,
- Low or zero a.p.r.,
- Corporate malfeasance.
- We got it all. From
- Earnest pleas to
- Whiny-ass complaints.
- All modulate between
- The urge to scream
- And that of being mute.
- You must be fully human.
- You must say one every day.
- Please note: response time varies.
Like the Last English Guy in India
- He doesn’t admit it, doesn’t call it sweat,
- But there he sits, damp as a napkin wrapped
- Around a gimlet (or whatever it was they had
- To have cold, thus have their coolies bring the wet
- Containers, dripping as they ran. Their ice —
- Commodity more precious there than salt.)
- Mildly tragic for him (for others, much worse)
- for this to end. He’s sure it’s not his fault.
- Hear how he rails, his accent sharp as a knife —
- A scimitar? A lance? A jailhouse shiv?
- And lest we mock his clinging to a life
- We think he didn’t earn, we must admit
- We every one of us take turns at this —
- We want today to not be what it is.
Marnie Bullock Dresser lives in Spring Green, Wisconsin, with a fair amount of clutter, one son, two cats, and one husband. Marnie is almost 50 years old. Marnie is a self-declared “dorky white woman” who blogs at marniere.wordpress.com.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Like the Last English Guy in India
Plus two other poems from Marnie Bullock Dresser
Like the Last English Guy in India
Plus two other poems from Marnie Bullock Dresser
All Fall Down
- Samaras twist and twirl their way to the ground.
- The shower of green just will not stop. It’s like
- A toddler spinning, spinning. All fall down.
- Spring’s run hot, then cold, this time around.
- Tornadoes one day, snow the next. All the while,
- Samaras twist and twirl their way to the ground.
- I think I saw someone who scares me, downtown
- Today. I thought he was locked away, locked tight.
- My thoughts are spinning, spinning, all fall down.
- Samaras twist and twirl their way to the ground
- As if this were a normal spring day. Not quite.
- I’d pray, but I lack faith in this faith I’ve found.
- When my little boy spins, I worry he’ll fall down
- On something sharp. He doesn’t see what I
- See — corners, corners everywhere. And now
- Another threat. So much for peace of mind.
- Dear God, protect my family. Please. At least try.
- Samaras twist and twirl their way to the ground
- Just like a toddler spinning. All fall down.
Hot Psalms
- Right-now, just-right,
- Hot psalms for all
- That ails you and yours.
- Podiatry, angina,
- Low or zero a.p.r.,
- Corporate malfeasance.
- We got it all. From
- Earnest pleas to
- Whiny-ass complaints.
- All modulate between
- The urge to scream
- And that of being mute.
- You must be fully human.
- You must say one every day.
- Please note: response time varies.
Like the Last English Guy in India
- He doesn’t admit it, doesn’t call it sweat,
- But there he sits, damp as a napkin wrapped
- Around a gimlet (or whatever it was they had
- To have cold, thus have their coolies bring the wet
- Containers, dripping as they ran. Their ice —
- Commodity more precious there than salt.)
- Mildly tragic for him (for others, much worse)
- for this to end. He’s sure it’s not his fault.
- Hear how he rails, his accent sharp as a knife —
- A scimitar? A lance? A jailhouse shiv?
- And lest we mock his clinging to a life
- We think he didn’t earn, we must admit
- We every one of us take turns at this —
- We want today to not be what it is.
Marnie Bullock Dresser lives in Spring Green, Wisconsin, with a fair amount of clutter, one son, two cats, and one husband. Marnie is almost 50 years old. Marnie is a self-declared “dorky white woman” who blogs at marniere.wordpress.com.
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