Join (Free!) | Login  

     Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
   Services MarketPlace (Free to post!)
Where Authors and Readers come together!


Featured Authors:  William Bonilla, iKathleen Morris, iHugh McCracken, iShervin Hojat, Ph.D., iJoyce Scarbrough, iShirley Houston, iMargaret Hardisty, i

  Home > Poetry > Poetry
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Jeanne K Wagner

· Become a Fan
· Contact me
· Books
· Poetry
· 8 Titles
· 2 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
Member Since: Oct, 2008

Jeanne K Wagner, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.

Popular Poetry (Poetry)
  1.  I Wish I Could Tell You...
  2.  Transmorpho
  3.  Time Started
  4.  Morning Walk
  5.  My Poems
  6.  Running On Empty
  7.  I Wish I Knew
  8.  Sentimental Pond
  9.  Misnomers of Fame
  10.  unraveling
  11.  Moments Gone
  12.  The Fate Peddler
  13.  Overcoming
  14.  In Loving Memory
  15.  Trees Aflame
  16.  The Mask
  17.  You're Not Alone
  18.  I'm Thankful For
  19.  Again I Ask For More...
  20.  Old Age

Einstein at the Flamingo Motel
by Jeanne K Wagner

Monday, October 13, 2008
Not rated by the Author.
Share   Print  Save   Become a Fan

Recent poems by Jeanne K Wagner
•  Release Hearing
•  Photograph of My Mother on the River Styx
•  At the Botanical Garden
           >> View all 4

poem about Einstein's brain

Einstein at the Flamingo Motel


(In 2000 Einstein’s brain, removed during an autopsy in 1955, was driven across country to Berkeley, CA by journalist Michael Paterniti.)


They’re tearing down the place

where Einstein stayed.

Two stories of flamingo-pink stucco,

a cartoon bird perched on the sign.


Of course, it wasn’t the genius

himself who checked in,

but his brain-child, sprung,

some forty years before,

from his own forehead

like a still-born god.


And like a god, chopped

into pieces and scattered,

or at least, sectioned and sliced

like head cheese,

and sealed in a Mason jar.


I’d like to think of him, though,

coming to this seedy motel

as pilgrim not relic.

The sad old eyes taking in

the tacky ambience

and not turning away.


There must have been times,

after those long ago nights

of philandering,

when he woke

into depleted rooms

like these,

into the ineffectual mass

of a morning body,

love sounds dissipating

through thinnish walls,

sweat and cum on the bed sheets,

cigarette smoke, like spent nebulae,

clinging to the ceiling tiles.


Lover of the constant,

inconstant lover,

where in the jarred brain

were the beautiful equations then,

their language of equivalence

failing as metaphor?


Electrons have stopped coursing

through the pink neon coils,

but the sign’s still there,

a travesty of real flamingos

when they flock by the thousands

on the salt licks, then rise as one

in a coral-colored cloud,

a fission of feathers

and billowing bone,

their wings thwacking the air

with the sound

like starched light.



Want to review or comment on this poem?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.