An installment from the "lunch poems"
An installment from the "lunch poems"
(nod to Frank O'Hara)
of Reuben Jackson, Washington D.C.

happy anatomy

beneath the
music's casual
guise
(marceled head/
left hand
winking/
pretty girl
just this side of
a store bought
cloud),

was hard
work, baby.

committing
beauty
onto paper
like fingerprints/

coaxing soul
from those
who have
it but
are tired
pissed
stoned
or underpaid.

take upon take
- fifty or sixty
children
rejected by the
doctor

still lives-
half swinging/
false starts
like love gone bad

blues ragged
as atlanta
after the war.

so they remained
sequestered
-brass wielding
jurors
bragging in brass,
almost crying,

until the train
rocked and listed
like the
indefatigable
lover he was.

4/27/99

reuben jackson

copyright © 1999

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