27 June 2010

One-Eyed Reilly

and here he was again, One-Eyed Reilly,
as sure as Sunday, turning up like that
lucky penny she tucked into her
shoe on a Saturday

and herself, ruining the fine crease
of his trousers, looking for one of the
six keys to the city he keeps
safe in his pockets

late lunches of pasta e fagioli, the
stories of his sainted mother, the
thumbprint bruises on her upper arm, count
those jewels, emerald, ruby, amythyst
purpling, the man who does not know
his strength....

he plants a seed to sprout in
her ear, then, triple e spaugs dodging
the crevasses on Grand Street,
is on his way again, saving his one
and only world, painting out a

new signage, and, leaving the
last unsaid, she bids him her
fond farewell

8 comments:

政琦 said...

知識可以傳授,智慧卻不行。每個人必須成為他自己。......................................................................

Point Dexter said...

One-Eyed Reilly sounds like quite an interesting fellow!

MaryAnn McCarra-Fitzpatrick said...

Ah yes, Point Dexter, he is indeed.....

Point Dexter said...

Haha!

珍昕珍昕 said...

所有的資產,在不被諒解時,都成了負債.................................................................

于庭 said...

成熟,就是有能力適應生活中的模糊。.................................................................

吳吳 said...

Hello~Nice meet you~~............................................................

吳婷婷 said...

有用的才華若不用,便如同日晷儀放在陰暗之中............................................................