Sunday, April 28, 2013

INTERVIEW WITH THE TENANT OF APARTMENT 704 WHO WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A WORD WITH THE SUPERINTENDANT.



I tried to go down but the elevator went up—
that’s not my gripe! You probably noticed
the plaster in my hair? I didn’t put no plaster in my hair!
When I woke up this morning it was bright outside.
All the little song sparrows was in the same little tree
as if the tree was jabbering & flapping on its own.
‘All right!’ I thought. ‘Yessir!’ I thought.
‘Today’s the day!’ I thought. ‘Been waiting!’ I thought.
‘I got my whole life in front of me!’ I thought,
lying there, in bed, glistening in my own glory
when the very peacefulness of my vision tore & the very
concepts of foundation & solidity tore in two &
the gut-damn ceiling came down—WET—all over me!
The hell is a Man if all I’ve got . . . is a Complaint!


[NaPoWriMo Sonnet #28.]

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