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A LITTLE POEM-ANA CHRISTY

SIMPLE SOLUTIONS ON A SATURDAY NIGHT IN NEW HOPE

 

 

SIMPLE SOLUTIONS ON A SATURDAY NIGHT
BACK THEN

I am digging David Bowie
at this moment
2 candles seen-
1 in reality-
everything that is double
is apparently single
he has rolled a joint
to make me feel
better
we hold each other as if
it’s the last time
we kiss as if it’s the first
time
my fingers and toes are
cold
you put my feet on your
lap
the air conditioner is on
a blaze of fineness we
stretch
as the munches set in
I begin to feel somewhat
improved
this
situation calls for
some mac and cheese
or thick blue cheese
piled on a cracker-any
thing cheesy will do

Rod Stuart wears it well

I need to put on socks
and get a snack right
Now
anything will do we
search the old fridge
it chugs from years of
abuse
I hear
Benny and the jet stream
relaxed like a rubber band
man

nothing can irritate me now

and should I die before I wake
please make sure my pulse to take.

FROM 2 CHAIRS AND A RUSTY MOTEL
ana christy

THAT WEEK IN INDIANA!

that week in Indiana

a 16 hour drive
Indiana bound
the road before
me wound here
and there as I
drove the day
the night filled
with anticipation
and lust for the
farmer and his
chickens cows
and an old brown
dog I was as free
as the wind
following the map
to the small town
that led me to him
that early dawn
and he was there
by the side of his
ramshackled
house in his army
fatigues and his
long brown hair
with a red bandana
oh god was he as
true to his photo
even better
and I did what
farmers daughters
do with handsome
men
in the hay loft
where mice ran
scattering
and the chickens
clucking and the
cows mooing and
the dog was barking
as we lay moaning
under an orange
moon-it was 18
years ago and I
dream of him still
we loved and lost
but the memories
stay and linger
still
there is a lot to
be said for Indiana
country boys with
red bandanas.

ana christy

DAVE-A POEM-ANA CHRISTY

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DAVE

You’d have been proud of me
Rolling my own
Joints
And drinking without
You
I toasted you every time
Finding my keys
How I find my glasses
Now
Without you
You’d have been proud
Of me in the morning
Making the coffee in the
Morning and not spilling
Any
I
Have shed a million tears
And have a million more
I
Play our music
You would
Have been proud of me
Our Dylan our
Beatles, our Stones
Singing that old George
Jones song “Whose going
To fill their shoes?”
Over
And over till my heart hurt
So bad I almost lost it
The strength I’ve endured
These last few months
You would have been damn
Proud of me
Living without you has
Been harder than I could
Ever have known.
You’d have been proud of me
The way I stroked your
Silky hair and begged you
To hear me softly scream
“I love you.”
I love you.”
With
Your loving eyes closed
You
Have emptied your side of
The bed
You would have been proud
Of me

* * * * *

Ana Christy

HARVEST MOON

 

HARVEST MOON

we got into listening to “harvest moon”
as we showered
Neil young couldn’t have done better

we held each other as the water spilled
over our bodies
slippery with soap

I always cried when I heard that song
and you felt
my tears through the warm stream and
gently rubbed
them away

I love you he whispered and I wanted
that moment
to last forever
and it has though you are gone David

i still have those tears even though now
I bathe alone

you are not here to wipe away the
sadness
that will last forever

love never dies and the pain never gives
Neil young-I thank you for the beauty
of your
mournful voice-

you created a lasting memory that lays
within my
hurting heart and empty eyes.

ana christy