Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Poems for National Poetry Month

Kid

~Simon Armitage

Batman, big shot, when you gave the order

to grow up, then let me loose to wander

leeward, freely through the wild blue yonder

as you liked to say, or ditched me rather,

in the gutter…well, I turned the corner.

Now I’ve scotched that ‘he was like a father

to me’ rumour, sacked it, blown the cover

on that ‘he was like an elder brother’

story, let the cat out on the caper

with the married woman, how you took her

downtown on expenses in the motor.

Holy robin-redbreast-nest-egg shocker!

Holy roll-me-over-in-the-clover,

I’m not playing ball boy any longer

Batman, now I’ve doffed that off-the-shoulder

Sherwood-Forest-green and scarlet number

for a pair of jeans and crew-neck jumper;

now I’m taller, harder, stronger, older.

Batman, it makes a marvelous picture:

you without a shadow, stewing over

chicken giblets in the pressure cooker,

next to nothing in the walk-in larder,

punching the palm of your hand all winter,

you baby, now I’m the real boy wonder.



On Being a Woman

~Dorothy Parker

Why is it, when I am in Rome

I'd give an eye to be at home,

But when on native earth I be,

My soul is sick for Italy?


And why with you, my love, my lord,

Am I spectacularly bored,

Yet do you up and leave me--then

I scream to have you back again?

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