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Poetry Offerings From E. P. Allan | Poem

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Portraitof a Somali Woman
 

I've come tosay good-bye
 

Cerunnus'sMay Dance
 

Black holes

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Portrait of a Somali Woman
Jeddah Port May 10 2001
 

One foot
       perched on the upper
rim of the curb
              the other thrust
out into the passing street
humped over like a potato
long brown arms
              thin as fence rails
sweep bright tan grain
from out the gutter

Her green dress
              dull with the silica
of passing cars
              dessert wind
& the whisper of poverty
     rotted teeth
        industrial discharge
presses tight
            against her stork legs

Her fingers
          nimble as bird beaks
pick out stones
              the shiny curled
lips of soda pull tabs
                     the wrinkled
dog's bottoms of pruned cigarette butts
from out the golden sands spilled
from the indifference of trucks

A left-over Hadji 
                not here 
for the dizzying heights of Mecca
but for the more spiritual
clink of coin
            this became her final
destination fitted into place
as easily as a light bulb
     a rubber band
        a razor slicing wrists
her face is long
               oval
                   peering out
the canary yellow scarf
bleached with sun
                pounding upon
sea wet rocks
            & darned precisely
with bits of mismatched
thread
      twilled togetherfrom button holes
dead pants
          and frayed shirt labels
& the midnight circle
                    of her eyes
are as silent as windows
       inabandoned stores
 

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I've come to say good-bye
 

to these mountains,
blurred with the blue haze
of pollen & clouds,
floating over the green-
yellow seas of young rice
with rough, craggy countenances
remote and as unattainably
serene as Buddhas;

to the people I come to know
& watch grow old - the winds
of time hardening our faces
and bodies with mortality's
reminder - & must recognize
the event of our separation,
of the fathomless sea 
(for what sea full of the wrack
of life and death
can be fathomed in the pale
light of the imagination)
which will soon raise an
impenetrable wall of distance
& time between us;

to say farewell to the person
and moment I was & say hello
to the person who will be
and is now in the dark
abandoned room of being -
a small voice nagging me
forward the way a mosquito
irritates the sleeping
ear into wakefulness;

so good-bye,
until we can wholly embrace
in some undreamt future
(contained in the possibilities
of time past
        & time present)
and can laugh and sing
under fields so green
that death & separation
is an event which even the wind
forgets to whisper
 

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Cerunnus's May Dance
 

Leap oh antlered one -
the animals are waiting
    to learn your grace

Kick up your heels
& twist
     mouth open
tongue cleaved to the throbbing
palate

   Spring is in the air
it is in the blackthorn's bud
   in the crumpled pink of blossoms
& in the wet cress's green

Spring
     I say
          is in the watchful wind
it is in the thrush's darting eye

So wake the world with your dance
grasp the adder
          & shake the cold 
                  sleep of winter out

She's your partner
                your emerald queen
of stone & grass at the forest's edge
   she's all the life you have

So dance together
   into the haze of summer mountains
(Spring bottom up so it climbs)
   until the goat-footed top youreach

   & there wait the hot daysout -
a lisping tongue licked in your ear
   & an ophidian's breath
within your lilting step
 

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Black holes
 

          Scientists are blind
they must tear the monkey into bloody
blobs of fur & sinew & bone
only to tell you what you weren't
stupid enough to have to kill for
that yes
       it did have a heart
a set of teeth
             a tongue
an anus
       & all the other body
parts that mammals seem to be
enlivened with
             & no we don't
know how to put it back together
& what else is a monkey for
but the sideways slice of a scapel
hair spray grizzled into eyes
with steel wires
               & yes electric prodes
are dangerous to your health
but it was just a monkey -
a banana eating machine
excreting highly potassiumized 
fecal matter 
           & boy did it fly
when those corkscrews were twisted
into its head
            & what has the world gained
we now know the exact pitch
a monkey torn beyond pain
can achieve
          we have pinned it down
for we are improving the world
making it ready for genetically
altered monkeys to give birth
through test tubes to other 3 headed
monkeys troops just enraged enough
at their own existence to kill other
genetically defective monkeys
for we are not Monkey Mengeles
we are relieving the human
condition
        improving your life
& with each barbed wired tongue
       eachelectric cage
           singing monkey fur into black blobs
           of searing tar
       eachfloor-wax
                    amonia
                           & boric acid
            dip crinkling the skin into plastic
            blisters
we are making the world
septic & safe
 

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E. P. has an MFA from The University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee in CreativeMiss-spelling.  He has won The American Poet's Prize and The ColeYounger Poets' Award.  He has published about 40 poems or so bothon the internet and in traditional mags.  E. P has taught Englishas a Second, Language in Japan, Thailand, Malaysia, and Saudi Arabia. Currentlyhe is teaching at Shikoku Junior College in Zentsuji Japan.  Allan:"What makes me what to write is the feeling that writing poetry is somehowplaying.  I enjoy the rush of energy which occures when an image ora phrase is spot on and I also enjoy when other poets do the same." Someof his favorite poets are Russell Eddson, Charles Bukowski, Wendel Berry,and Li Po.
 

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