Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Sketches - 7 (August 15th, 2014)

7.

Clouded over skies, lush explosion of
trees on the other side of the
country club’s thick tinted glass.

Old folks sitting at the bar, talk neutral toned
quiet voices rattle of air vents
from the ceiling and the funny
undefinable smell of a far
off kitchen and a building’s age.

A kind of rotting smell.

Laurel leaf carpet design
employees with plastic trays
to carry leftovers.  All mirrors
and pictures, paintings or
framed photos are spotless.

Wilderness of wealthy and
begin to nod off at it, can’t keep
my head up.

Country clubs are always depressing.
I cannot help from wondering why all this
costs so much.  And what is here to be
valued really?  Oceans of the world heave
and groan, the earth cracks and swallows
the living, when you die, you go to
                    God-knows-where
and the best we as humans can do
is construct a country club to
rub in class distinction as
far as it will go?

This is not a natural disaster -
         this is human failure
         and frailty.

Tonight I’ll be in some rot gut bar
watching and tweaking my wife’s band
as already there are troubles with the line up
and troubles with various sets
because everyone goes every which
way and this is why music is a business
           of relationships.  Its the only
thing that can possibly hold it together
and therefore is mafioso when it works.

And it rarely works if ever.

A man I know whose mother
is a resident in a nursing home I
work at says hello to me
and says he’s a member of the club.
He has a golf tan.  His mother
was one of my favorite residents,
a woman with a heart of gold
raising her kids in the north central
Nebraska area from a small town
surrounded by snaky networks
of Loup and off-shoot of Platte rivers.

Women walk past - kerflop of platform
shoes whisping by knob-limbed doe-eyed,
plastic surgery startled, all muffled
here, all quiet for the love of God
     KEEP IT QUIET!

And approximately ten hours from now
we’ll be roaring sounds over puke
stained cigarette butt scarred
side walks of Benson just to see if
it STICKS.

(August 15th, 2014)

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