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Anne Babson – 2 poems

RERUNS

 

The television blares as I type this,

Comerade.  My thoughts — recorded pressing

The red remote button by my cable

Company, the only company kept

 

These  days but yours, sister — mingle the real

With reality TV.  Lonely? Fat?

Live in a dormitory weeping while

Editing obscures confessions by the

 

Emphasis on surface schmutz, stalking each stitch

On the synthetic cloth.  Avoid fistfights

With the disturbed but successfully cut

Plastic surgery Barbie Dollery

 

In the gilded cage on the next perch from

Yours.  They’re angrier than you’ll ever be,

Having been deprived of so much cuisine.

Still lonely?  Still portly?  Still bachelorette?

 

Flip to a new station with a laugh track.

These images are the devil you know

In iconic form – you heard these stale jokes

Getting home from elementary school,

 

Turning on the television before

That mother got home, not like the one that

Lights up the screen – a lonely, fat one

Who seemed ancient, but she was your age now.

 

“Turn that junk off.  Don’t you have some homework?”

You did.  She seemed to barely notice you

As you dragged your book bag upstairs sulking.

She turned the box back on.  It lit her face.

 

 

🍃

 

 

SAPPHICS FOR THE SOPHISTICATED NEW YORK WOMAN

 

Flipping aquamarine pasmina, enter.

Purchase heels that skyscraper rivals envy.

Tell the taxi, “Opera Lincoln Center.”

Cling to the bevy.

 

Don’t attend events that make eyelids heavy.

Cappuccinos substitute for good nights’ sleep.

This is New York City, not drowsy Denver!

Fatigue is skin-deep.

 

Guys from Wharton Business School think themselves steep.

Who needs men who pontificate Saturday night?

They won’t let you utter a solo-flight peep.

They think they’re white knights.

 

See you make some friends who can (think they can) write.

Writers know the best parties, never get bored.

Better yet, they get into editor fights,

Claim Amis is Lord.

 

Bloomingdales is ripoffsville, trust me, all floors.

Buy your makeup somewhere else, hosiery, too.

Haggle gamely for your souls in boutique stores

As if they were shoes.

 

If you find sophisticates who live like you,

Treat them as inferiors at your peril;

They have cop ex-paramours just like you do,

Blue-serge dressed to kill.

 

This is New York City life, do what you will.

Wise young women consider me their mentor.

This intimidation town takes all your skills,

Buyer or renter.

 

 

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Anne Babson is a dissident American poet.  Her latest collection, Messiah, will be published this Fall.  Her current collection Polite Occasions has been featured on radio and is available online and in American bookstores. She has been published in journals on five continents.

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at https://bindweedmagazine.wordpress.com

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