Who Lives In The Attic
must be a mime.
He doesn't make a sound.
Instead he turns on the light,
turns off the light,
turns on the light again.
must withstand extreme temperature:
stifling summer behind a broken exhaust,
thin, pink insulation not protecting from winter.
must love muffled sounds
from below, one floor, two -
muted folk rock, dulled metal,
accidental jazz on a music channel
left on well into the night
when the wine set in.
must remember the scent of pinot grigio
how a nose fits below the rim of a glass
its crisp chill its soothing of muscles from
inside out. must smile at the thought
There is no music like this without real grief - Louise Gluck's Orfeo
You rattled the harmony with motorcycle
grunts, open, full-throttle.
You cut brown powder with ice
tea mix, corrupting the childlike
bells in the jingle.
Yet you escaped, somehow,
from the junkies you tied up,
from the junkie blues yourself.
I, foolish, thought you
a never-ending opus,
legato, staccato, legato,
allegro, allegro, allegro,
con fuoco, con amore,
You wandered mindlessly
into one short crescendo
into echoing quiet
in the vast cavernous hall
broken only by
that little girl's short cry.
A Classic Love Poem
Longing from afar,
Eyes, lips and skin
Bright things, lush things, and smooth, creamy things.
Entails faulty wooing,
Lines that failed, flowers that died,
Naked attempts that simply did not work.
Buries itself in an anthology,
Inks onto onion skin,
Hides in a journal to be
Used at a wedding,
Read at a funeral,
Opened during a courtship,
Taught at a lecture
In a classroom
As an example of what
Or what not to do.
Accompanies doilies in
Lands anonymously in mailboxes
Scented in vanilla bean fragrance.
Sealed with sticky pink lip gloss,
Dressed in stickers and red wax
In metered lines,
In a book,
Christina M. Rau is a professor of English at Nassau Community
College and the founder of Poets In Nassau, a reading circuit on
Long Island, NY. Her poetry most recently appeared in Dark Sky
Magazine and River Poets Journal , and she is the guest co-editor of
the forthcoming 2011 Long Island Sounds Anthology. She loves
moonbeams, puppies, and of course, sarcasm.