Reunion

We're all here at the Mimosa,
Yoshi, who I know I have mentioned before,
Gabrielle, she has a minor role on TV,
Never quite made it, she has great boobs!

It's our annual reunion, refugees from a time
When jeans, rucksacks and gitanes
Blew outside on the steps as we
Congregated, a little group, more unsure
Than confident, full of life and sulkiness.

Yoshi has ordered the hookah to our table,
It has been a while, the sweet essence
Hangs around the pallid air of others
I prefer the smell of eucalyptus oil
I burn it in jars, it takes me somewhere
Not here I am afraid to say.

I am the only one who persevered
Worked around the world, playing, singing
My ears are still ringing but I took
The piercings out, somehow you outgrow
And the need for adornment, well it is less now.

Jean-Paul flew in, he took his pilot license
And wife number three, who by all accounts
Is clearing out his banks as we speak.
Aurelion was the first to arrive, he
Greeted me with a kiss I chose to avoid
I have become accomplished in ducking.

We reminisce about Madeleine, the reason
I am here, her ethereal beauty, her black lungs,
She died at thirty leaving Kiki her daughter
A wild eyed rebel, who has sobered
She has a beautiful little girl now
She named her after me,
How incredible is that?

I drove here, I don't have a BMW
I'm still driving that ancient Beetle
I had it restored,




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Written on 2013-05-30 at 20:13

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shells
I loved the matter of fact reminiscing and the life and lives moving on, I wanted a Beetle, but couldn't manage to find one, had to settle for a Ford Anglia.
2013-06-01



P.S. I love the poem. It captures that jeans & rucksack era perfectly, and the feelings one has when looking back on it. Not only captures it, but makes one long for it.
2013-05-31



I can't see Ingrid in a Beetle. I'm going to have to rethink this.
2013-05-31


countryfog
There is a truth here that I think speaks to many of us, certainly to me - that when we are young we have a spectrum of eclectic friends and find a kind of collegiality in that diversity, but as we get older (and perhaps have come to some better understanding of ourselves) we need relationships with more common interests and perspectives. I've said it poorly . . . you've nailed it.
2013-05-31


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Quite the completely nuanced thumbnail postcard
Sketch of a group spanning years..the impermanence of
tempo reality...and the indelible casting of dyes...
2013-05-30