Flushing Poem for Dana Guthrie Martin
“Last stop!Â Last stop!”
Flushing, what a name!
Tiny women talking
Mandarin in the rain
Alone, I walk by
A mural, Chinese art
A cafe, a hooker
A rusty shopping cart
The downpour, the rushing
The garbage in the street
The yearning, the craving
The summer New York heat.
I love that subway picture!
The only thing that could make the poem even more perfect is a line or two about Shea. 🙂
As much as it pains me to say so, I really like this, esp. “Mandarin… rain,” “Flushing… rushing,” and the repetition of the gerund. And the pictures are nice, too.
FANTASTIC pictures, Neil!
wow…love this. you make me want to visit flushing. and eat chinese food.
I could smell NYC in the photo of the rain. In a good way. Beautiful- flashback to a favotite memory. Thanks
Her post about you is better. Now I know why you two split–you were intimidated by her prowess.
I think you’ve been demoted from Tylenol to St. Joseph’s aspirin, but I love that photo of the rain. : ) Keep it up (ha, ha) and you may rise (ha, ha) to Tylenol PM status.
This is actually good. Concrete imagery, concise. V-GRRRL is right, though: My post about you is better. I like IM Neil more than blog Neil. You are like Tylenol *and* Advil in IM. I’m just sayin’.
Great photos, too.
What a nice break this morning. I love the final picture.
God, I love those photos. Very nice.
i think you are going to have steal away dana’s most recent spouse if you want to even the score. only then will you transcend aspirin and be the crack you were always meant to be. or you could turn to a life of good deeds and settle for being the heroin of this saga.
Brandon — But what did you think of the poem?
A life of good deeds? NO!!!!! Then he’ll need Viagra!
OK..I’m not a very artsy person and normally I don’t appreciate poetry..at all..cause I don’t get it…
I loved that! Very nice!
Brandon, which current spouse? I have my husband, LoveShack, and my virtual lover/writing partner, Blythe. Plus thereâ€™s a sticky divorce problem from back in Kansas City, so I might have a second real-life husband as well.
Iâ€™m just sayinâ€™. Apparently stealing me away isnâ€™t so much the issue as convincing me to add you to the fold.
Also, Neil: I love it when I make you write poems. OK, I’ll let you cup my boobies just for that one sweet gesture.
Oh wait! You totally manipulated me into letting you cup my boobies! (Slick move.)
I’m disappointed you didn’t post photos of the hooker…
Know I’ve been MIA and that this comment has nothing to do with your posting… but… in case you’re interested, our travel blog is up and running while we’re away. Peace – IF
Truth quotient, V-Grrrl. My guess is 99%. 🙂
V-GRRRL, he made up the hooker!
Damnit, I was scrolling for the shot of the hooker.
And now I see that someone already made that joke.
So my comment was an equal disappointment to you. Serves you right.
I made it and I’m glad I did……really enjoyed the poem.
Oh, hi Jo! *waves*
Babe New York agrees with you. Great stuff lately.