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| First Published Issue 2, Fall 2009 THREE POEMS BY HUGH FOX | |
| WISHING
Wishing none of us had ever left
the little
Chi-town village called Chatham,
weddings, newborns, going to the same
sacred school as our newborns, every
Sunday Hoyadoin? Mass and all the
high/low holidays, a little coffee-time,
parks, job-talk, politics-talk, stint and
prostate/uterine cancer-talks, clothes,
films, funeral masses, cemetery flowers,
the next generation(s) moving into the
same (spruced-up) Chatham village |
AFRAID “I’m not afraid of DEATH, because
I believe in reincarnation, I might really
be born a beauty next time...or an Einstein...
Ein, one, Stein, stone...lots of pebbles
in that head. Or, you know, heaven,
someplace out there in star-land,
pizza forever, no weight to loose,
no books, computors, TV, like HIGH,
HIGH, HIGH full-time...no medical nightmares....
you gotta believe, believing creates its
own reality...look at Glazinov’s violin
concerto in A Minor, Opus 82 no less,
1865-1936...I know, I’m 77, but.....” |
Thirty Years Later “I don’t know why I’ve got this sense
of (all day long blood smears, FNA’s,
pap smears, slides, midnight to bed,
up at six, everyone with hands out,
then the Taliban, Darfur, Chicago street
murder, before bed weather channel, history
channel, BBC news, a liitle piece of a
film about Henry VIII’s beheadings, once
a week a call to the Brazilian home-
crew, a little milk and banana, sleep-
pill, “Let’s give it a try.”) angustia,
angst, anguish.”
Copyright © Hugh Fox 2009 |
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