Thread: Someday

I’ll return to Christopher Street,
to that small mad lamp shop
crowded with all that will be lit
in homes of those
who kneel before the odd.

I’ll see them again in the laundry mat
wearing big hats and beads,
watching the holes in
their underwear lob
in a rusted machine.

I'll find that bar where
Tantra the transvestite
sang I am Ambrosia.
Where I wiped her tears
after the show then rode
the ferry drinking Cosmos.
Of course, darl'n.

But for now
three kids in suburbia
and a dead end husband.

I wish one lamp
had shed some light.

I absolutely loved the ending. Such a great image to end on.

Your subtle rhymes work nicely here. And the first stanza is such a great way to dive into this missed, crazy, little world.

Add a kid and it's me. Thought those blinders would come in handy, big mistake, eh? I know you get where I'm coming from so I'll leave it at that. Love this, Law, like SG, especially the ending. Now, tell me true, friend so dear, what was your inspiration? Take it to a PM if that's better. True you and truly enjoyed.

Thank you both, SG and Lisa.

Glad the subtle rhymes came through and that you both liked the ending which brings you back to the first stanza.

Now, tell me true, friend so dear, what was your inspiration?

This poem harks back to my 20's living in Greenwich Village, Manhattan. Never a dull moment, never knowing what each day will bring just crossing the street. Colorful characters everywhere. I eventually married and moved to Long Island. Vanilla Land.

No longer a traveler in the village, I became a wife. Settled. Like in concrete. While cleaning the house I would listen to Marianne Faithful's "The Ballad of Lucy Jordon" and thought of all that I might be missing in life and what I did miss. So, this poem was partly inspired by her song.

Here she goes...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phCG7...eature=related

You know in your heart, that wild beating beast in your chest, that you were meant for Studio 54 and I betcha Jack would testify to that. Thanks for the song, love.

Oh, Jack! And to think I was able to make him laugh. And then dancing with Roller Rita...

What a great song, yes?

This is delicious. The basic principles and feast of regret makes me snicker like a girl. (I just asked myself if that's a good thing... it is)

Again, I’ll sit in a bar
next to a transvestite
who might ask me to
go to her show
where she sings
I am Ambrosia

Do more, always do more! Don't make a man beg.

Hey, MeeQ. Sorry. A smart girl gots to keep 'em begging. But for you I'll make an exception since you owned up to snickering like a girl.

Again, I’ll sit in a bar
next to a transvestite
who might ask me to
go to her show
where she sings
I am Ambrosia

True story. Had an argument with a boyfriend and ditched into this interesting looking bar. Spent hours with her talking and laughing maniacally. I never did make it to her show but all the while with her I thought "This will fill part of a page or be the page". Amazing what we writers store to complete the puzzle.

And big thanks.

We write what we know. It's real, and reality needs to be remembered. Pleasure to be here.

Glad you're back. It seems forever!

Glad to be back, my poisonous mentality missed you all.

It is all delicious, Laurie, but that ending simply nailed it down tight. Enjoyed!

Thanks, Cindy. I didn't realize what impact the ending would have on some.

Hi Laurie. There's always a critic lurking in the woodwork.

Originally Posted by SilverMoon

I’ll return to Christopher Street,
to that small mad lamp shop
crowded with all that will be lit
in homes belonging to those in the homes of those
who kneel before the odd.

I’ll see them again in the laundry mat
wearing big hats and beads,
watching the holes in
their underwear lob bob instead of lob?
in a rusted machine. in rusted machines

Again, I’ll sit in a bar
next to a transvestite
who might ask me to who will ask me to
go to her show
where she sings
I am Ambrosia

But for now
I exist in suburbia
with three kids
and a dead end husband

kneeling before
this old lamp.




I wish one lamp
had shed some light.

Just a few suggestions to take or leave. Nice to read you again.

Hi, JR. Glad to hear from you. You've made excellent suggestions. Particularly here. And that's a fix.

in homes belonging to those in the homes of those

One of the definitions of lob is to move heavily and clumsily. I thought this more suitable.

their underwear lob bob instead of lob?

Just can't change my ending but thanks for that idea.

JR, when you take time out to review, I know I must have gotten something right. Thanks much.