Long Primly Poems

BILINGUAL  CONFRONTATION


She entrée-ed into the room and it was all so déjà vue
Because her Quebecois wiggle was timed to match the tango
But she’d met her match with the senorita from Peru 
Madre de dios...

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With Ma Lil Nude Dill

one bilabial fricative smacking
     tongue thrusting (lizard like)
     indefatigable prelapsarian
     Garden of Eden dwelling primate
    ...

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for my mother

In a photo jaundiced with age, you kneel 
on a sidewalk somewhere in time and space, 
when I was in the time and space
in the place before we're born. Daddy's girl, 
doomed daughter,...

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Did she say time numbers or prime numbers? 
I was sure it was not rhyme numbers. 
She is staring at me. Miss Johnson, math teacher.
Takes daydreaming in class as a personal affront.
Her eyes narrow. I...

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Three women friends, riding in a golf cart, an arboretum journey.
The sky was overcast, the mood jubilant, we were ready for fun.
A reverence and sacred silence met us as we entered the park.
There were ten...

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A scarlet tanager sits primly on the rail
Of the new fence erected near the meadow,
He eyes me stroll as I take in every detail
The path to the woodland is rather narrow,

Infrequently used, it is rapidly...

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Curled up on the floor. In the middle of the day. I dream.
Images of hats and pills come out of nowhere. 

“I visit my garden each morning 
searching the ground to see
if the unused pills...

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I noticed her two weeks ago.
She flew into my physics lab 
like hell itself was after her
and tripped as she sat down.
She's always late for classes,
stammers her apologies,
flustered and myopic, her glasses 
primly perched upon...

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I noticed her two weeks ago.
She flew into my physics lab 
like hell itself was after her
and tripped as she sat down.
She's always late for classes,
stammers her apologies,
flustered and myopic, her glasses 
primly perched upon...

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Grandmother and grandson,
their faces cast so profoundly 
from one mold,
or is it the struggles shared
that have left the same
clefts and furrows
on both?

Sunday visit in Tim Horton's;
She, primly sipping Iced cap
He, hungrily scratching Lottery tickets.

Never looking...

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So polite. Wearing gloves. And hats. Hair in Easter colors.
Church ladies; prissy, smiling, crackling in their perfumes.
Flowered dresses, sitting primly on the hard wooden pews,
Singing in loud overtones songs they have known for decades.

Smiling at...

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Hello pristine prissy people, now please go away.
I am eating a fine fantastic picnic lunch today.
Natural things out here crawl around and abide.
My little boy self is happy, he I shall not hide.

There’s an ant...

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RAZZLE—DAZZLE ROSE

Cherubic piping of baker’s icing,
Rose petals: pink, yellow, orange, purple.
Satisfies iris of my inner soul.

Panache yellow, flickers, flashes mine eyes.
Tangerine tropical juice primly squeezed.
With romantic swoosh, kissed, by pink pursed lips.
Light stroke of purple...

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Two serious girls with long dark hair.
Enter the school office loudly and proudly. 
Their voices are shrill.
Their eyes are huge.

They are half carrying a classmate.
He is their charge, and they are taking this job seriously.
The...

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