I’ve been missing New York City sharply lately. These little poems came from a writing session with my friends Vanessa (Anavie) Herman and Chris Gofredo. That was a good day. We laughed . . . God did we laugh.
11 Object Subjects
1. Poland Spring Milk Jug
I never thought I’d buy my water
in a milk jug
2. Papaya Pre-cut
Moisture settles on thick orange flesh
tinged with scarlet —
I was afraid to eat it.
3. Red Boy on the Wall
Are you the fly? Will you be the fly?
Can you fly? You look like you might fly.
Don’t worry, little guy.
4. Rosemary Bread
Thin smell of thick dough cuts
through chirping birds, thunderous trains, breaking
glass, a child’s voice – bread’s silence is heavy.
5. Light Switch String
Spanish Moss of Queens
you. Pull-switch over the dining table,
what memories stain your length?
Imitation hovers in your electrical space.
The masses want to be what you (re)present
but now, you only reflect the couch.
Jar of wax – oh, fuck man!
Black wick burnt
and Brad Pitt’s on heroin.
If I had an easel I’d prop a book on it
and use my clean white wall to paint
9. Light over My Shoulder
Invisible doctors dissecting my left shoulder:
I can feel you digging in,
but you think I can’t.
No water left.
I need more –
at least a gallon’s worth.
11. Cow Clock Beheaded
Cow Clock has no more head.
Must have mooed too loudly
one early morning.
© Holly Troy May 16, 2002
Exercise: Write three lines in one minute about objects in your surroundings. (Share in the comments below – or – on your own blog).
Photo credit – Ivy Vale