Liability
Locked Account.
'My Grandmother Told Us Jokes'
"like the one about the man who
walked down the street
& turned into
a drugstore.
There was some secret in the moment
of that turningwhen he was one thing,
became another
that I return to again & again.
The day she stopped being
grandma & turned into
that madwoman.
The day my sister stopped being
& never came back. Perhaps there
was an instant between her sweet sleep
& the moment the fever struck,
from which she could have been plucked.
Do not make that turn, I want to say to the man
who becomes the drugstore; to the woman
who dies insane; to my sister;
to the boy who became an adult
the moment the cell door slammed shut.
I want to freeze-frame each instant of turning,
unfold in slow motion the moment of callous
change. Perhaps the secrets in the mans
intention; in the list in his pocket of mundane
nostrums he was sent to fetch home.
Or perhaps Ive got it wrong,
perhaps theres a soda fountain where they all sit
the man, my grandmother, my sister, the boy
& drink nickel root beer floats, look back
on that fateful turn, and laugh among themselves
at the rest of us, who took it all so seriously."
Richard Beban
Poetry critique:
Poetry means lots of different things to different people.
But the above quoted rambling -- almost free form -- "thought" which got put down into words could have been written with the exact same words in the exact same order, just not put arbitrarily into those little stanzas, and then nobody would have said it was "poetry."
Unless there actually is some special meter to the delivery that isn't apparent on the surface.