Grave Poem of Sp0on Island: Jonas Bateman
(1990)
Inspired by the book "Spoon River Anthology" by Edgar Lee Masters. These poems have been crafted by me under the title "Grave Poems of Spoon Island".
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more