Thursday, December 28, 2023

Catherine Wagner


Nothing to Say & Saying It: Catherine Wagner - MY NEW JOB


A Rose for George


If you dont have any control over your life and being happy
If you dont have any control over your life and be happy
 
A family in the wall
Mouse avenue in kitchen
A piece of cake
Looms oozing
Men and women are signs of life
Children are signs of life
 
When they put the cap on the oil well
I thought my life pollutes
Reading lamp = coal burn
My failures to love
To be friend family
 
When are we given the right to control
Fantasy?
 
Sixty-eight is a little bit of
Time in the world
To be more sentient
Kinder and “get up try again”
Body ow
 
I pretend if I were in New York
I could choose friends as I did in school
Fork into flesh of animal
 
Work all your life
Not hard enough! there are things undone
 
I was thinking you were my father
I wasnt here, then I was
Through you
 
Through an internal externalized
Spill
 
It bumps around the world
Tries not to be stupid
 
When Dad you grew up
Trying to intentionalize
Family back of you
George, young and into the continents
With problems
 
I already have what I desire
I just have it in the future
The structure of being is wanting
And like a fountain I suck up
Later
My excesses
A little evaporates
One day its dry and drying
Means Im done
Oh whatever youll always be there no?
 
I can say when I die
“I was agent of clock”
 
They call it an alarm
I stopped having time to weed, friends
 
Started in dark
Light housed me
 
The TV is so loud I cant think
Im sorry I cant be in that room
 
Nobody has yelled at me for a long time
Thank you
 
You exist because your dad and mom
And you tried to go away
 
Continuity sweepstakes
Freed under the cap
 
Get up orderly   loving
Catherine Wagner, “A Rose for George” from Nervous Device, City Lights Spotlight No. 8. Copyright © 2012 by Catherine 

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