Saturday, November 11, 2006

Hospital Girl In Waiting.

Her pet Ipod nibbles on her tiny ears
Whispering sweet nothings.
Her thumb dances nimbly
Textualizing shallow depths
Of superficial intimacy
Shared through the ether.
She waits urgently for the next hit
Of belonging.

The long forgotten question "why"
Lies gnarled and arthritic in a drawer
Beneath her premillennial photographs
-on paper!
Of bare footed days
And birthday parties
With homemade cakes
And laughing friends.

A great judge of character,
Today, she is people watching.
'You can tell a lot about a person
by their skins and ringtones,
and how casually they display their labels.'
Her ride, a lime green beetle, appears
And she is gone.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I suck at critiquing poetry, so I'll just say that I really liked reading this poem and leave it at that.

Saturday, November 11, 2006 4:33:00 PM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Thanks Error404 - all comments appreciated, critique or otherwise.

Sunday, November 12, 2006 9:11:00 PM  
Blogger bradford said...

I get into the scene-development, skit-skat, imagry on purpose- transitional! I'm moved.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006 2:05:00 PM  
Blogger katy said...

i feel like, although a commentary on modern modernity, this poem doesn't have any agenda.
does that make sense?
i guess, glenn, that you don't come across as the kind of poet out to change minds. you're hear for the poetry and for the person that wants to listen.
just my impression.
this poem is a perfect example of how i imagine you, anyway.
ready and willing to enlighten, but not preaching to the unwilling.


Sunday, November 19, 2006 11:43:00 AM  
Blogger Scheherazade said...

you had me with the nibbling iPod.

and the penultimate stanza left me wistful.

she reminds me of one of prufrock's ladies--even if she is generation next.

Monday, December 04, 2006 11:47:00 PM  

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