Description: My very interesting as you see, neighborhood. True.
Soulessly Out the Window -------------------------------------------
Soullessly Out the Window
We carry ourselves quite soullessly through the woods–
barefoot they all expected, out in this country
They imagine buckets slapping on legs
overalls and pictures
Poetry–about apple trees and gossamer webs in the dewlight
They expect
But where’s the cherry pie?
Miss across-the-road
rocks in her seat and peers out the window
sweatily
and watches her son peel the paint off the house
making sure he looks both ways
for lawsuits and gonorrhea
counting minutes
bottled laughter–
–while the fading woman next door
gets drunk on picture albums–
pitches them
out the window
into another day
But how the man in the bungalow glows within
maniacal passion and beer bottles
shooting bluebirds and creating
caricatured company with his pillow:
films and dinner dates with–
"Where's the cherry pie?" means "where's the excitement? where's what I expected?' It is a moan of disappointment, but I'm sorry if no one can see that.
I see that it sort of breaks the flow, but I think that it was what I intended by it.
Ah, this is a different poem than the other ones I've read recently. It's like all these people are trapped in this bubble of wasted souls.
I like how you described the atmosphere and the actions in it. I also like how you decribed the people--very well done. Aha! And I do know what "But where's the cherry pie?" means. It means "Where's the good life?" or "Where's the exciting stuff?". I'm I not wrong?
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Or am I wrong?
Submission Name: Soulessly Out the Window
