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My Interstice by Jay Snodgrass

My life is a white zeppelin over a sporting event.

So up there, I’m all gosh and serrations.

I wish there were another, a dark zeppelin

that would come and do aerial combat with the first.

I would have Ollie North narrate for the History

channel. What a struggle. No one will ever again

notice the athletes murdering their wives.

& every explosion will be a shower of perfectly salted

peanuts, & with the crack of each shell

each person in the stadium will get three more years

to live & go shopping for antique ottomans.

It is the dark zeppelin of my youth, & it is winning,

volleying canon shot after laser beam. & the evil zeppelin

of my life is falling now in to the stadium which

languishes like a woman. Cut to Freud commercial.

Now back to the collapsing evil zeppelin ablaze now

all skeleton, striking mid field the Dolphin’s home game.

O weeping humanity, I need a slushy over here, my life

is so on display. The ribs of the dead zeppelin are my own

window blinds & the neighbors are tearing away from televisions

which means they’re breaking off their own faces

to look in at me, my weeping secrets inferno-ed

& the clouds are trollop heavy, candy soft & what I’m amazed

at is how perfectly gleaming is my black, black zeppelin.



Anonymous said...

who are you? where is your bio?

clayb said...

That's pretty pushy for a person who prefers to remain anonymous!

Anonymous said...

At first I read this as "my WIFE" is a white zepplin and I thought, Oh man are you in trouble. But since it is only your life . . .

Jay Snodgrass said...

Please write a poem in response to your misreading and I will post it on my blog.

clayb said...


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clayb said...

Sorry, I'm mimicking the high style of the poet Gary Sange here.

Supremo said...

Your wife has read that remark Clay B and she is likely to cut you and yer stones off. And what is all this about "zeppelings"? Is that some kind of pastry.

clayb said...

Yes my wife is a slender pastry