Free verse № 61757
Camera Obscura
I am making my hand into a camera obscura.
It is hard work, very hard but I am making it until
I am free.
I have a pretty happily battered room
At the end of a hotel with a slanted door
And air fresheners attached to the sink faucets.
I will not go back until I am fair and finished.
I wait and I sit by the black ocean
Eating my cake with a fork and grating.
The manager watches from the door of the office.
He is old and he likes to look at the young,
beautiful things of the world.
I hold my hand up right in front of my face.
I have five leaves left.
Excellant. Excellant.
I walk the powdered white line to the bathroom
And wash my face with water pumped in
Straight from the black black ocean.
There is so much black plastic, tape,
And light holes to be done yet.
This may be my last day.
And with it my last sit by the ocean,
My last cake,
And feel of the managers stare.
He is old. I am not.
The slanted door slams behind me
And I hold my hand up right in front of my face.
I have five leaves left.
If this were a line I'd be first.
26 comments
Clearly I am not.
it is not clear at all that you are a chick. you're not posting chick poems. you're not showing any softened edges. the words you post are meticulous. genderless. human.
F.o.G., do you know Martha Hollander? You might enjoy her.
I like "eating my cake with a fork and grating"
I don't get the connection between five leaves left and the camera obscura. Can you enlighten me--I hate feeling stupid.
Oh, and fix the spelling of excellent.
Bukowski would have liked this poem.
Excellante.
oh yeah I'm in a mood now
Who are the poets-of-note these days? I've been completely out of touch with poetry & fiction for many years. I just buy each Iain Banks novel as he releases them, and that's about it.
The most contemporary poet I know is Martha Hollander. Some years ago I spent a day reading obscure poetry reviews in the library, hating almost all of it save this one poem by Martha Hollander. So I bought her book, Game of Statues, which I still read occasionally and still find beautiful.
I read it a year ago, and it was still in my head...so I came looking for it. And it's still gold.
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