Chicano Poet

Friday, March 25, 2005

Mr. Bones Bites The Bullet, 1980

The nutcase fires the bullet
and Mr. Bones
steps in the way,

it pierces his chest,
breaks a rib,
just misses his heart

and exits out the back.
John and Yoko
run up the stairs,

lock the doors
behind them
and worry

about the fate
of the man
who just saved their lives.

Henry gets someone
to call an ambulance.
Mr. Bones is gonna make it,

but only by the skin
of his teeth.
The Dakota rises out of sight.

The past is not the past
if it never happened.
Time crumbles in a heap,

a melted area
of the city
memorizes Henry and Mr. Bones.

John is an old man
playing the piano
with a cane,

grandchildren
littering the playroom
with Beatle toys

that give
peace a chance,
give peace a chance.

3 Comments:

At 4:35 PM, Blogger Coirí Filíochta said...

I like what you are doing with Mr Bones, a very fluid way of using character to explore imaginative possibilities, which I think was done to good effect by the Gaelic poet Caoimghin Deasmumhan, who lives in Dublin, but is as yet unpublished as he is a bit of a technophobe. He has a charcter called Patrick Smythe, who investigates the Joycean notion of "scallywag corner boy mushiness"

Good work, keep it up

 
At 4:35 PM, Blogger Coirí Filíochta said...

I like what you are doing with Mr Bones, a very fluid way of using character to explore imaginative possibilities, which I think was done to good effect by the Gaelic poet Caoimghin Deasmumhan, who lives in Dublin, but is as yet unpublished as he is a bit of a technophobe. He has a charcter called Patrick Smythe, who investigates the Joycean notion of "scallywag corner boy mushiness"

Good work, keep it up

 
At 12:44 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks.Is Caoimghin Deasmumhan online anywhere?

 

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