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my new job/something clean
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it was the first day of orientation
i didn't want to go
not really
but i went
with a thick lead chain
coiled in my stomach
like a sick cobra
hands shoved in pockets
grabbing dust and darkness


we four of us
sat around and listened
to a soft faced woman
explaining the ins and outs
of mental retardation
most of which i'd heard before
but she told it well
so i listened


we sat
the four of us
the hispanic lady
who talked to hear herself
the tired old man
who told horribly boring stories
and the girl with the full hips
excited and young
happy to be here


i didn't want to be here
i wanted to be
in a place where there
were no group homes
or handicapped people
where birds sang at midnight
roses never die
and all water
is fresh water


on our lunch break
i went to the alley
where smokers were banished to
punished for being too lazy
to commit suicide all at once
sitting in the sun
the sweet midday sun
i worked the chill
from my fingers
basking like an alligator
between carrion desserts


a woman was hosing down the alley
pushing the cigarette butts
and candy wrappers
further down the alley
the water trickled down
the alley past my feet

in the sun
the midday sun
the dirty hose water glittered
like diamond dusted stars
at twilight in the country
i thought about that spring
in vermont
where i went to a workshop
for young writers
at middlebury college
they gave us kids a tour
including the cabin at breadloaf
where
it's said
robert frost wrote some of
his best work

as a teenage hoodlum
with no interest in poetry
i have to say i was still
impressed


i thought about
the river by the cabin
and my amazement
and fear
at seeing fresh running water
for the first time
water i could drink
swim in
bathe in
jump naked in
like a mad faun in heat


it was
pure
it was
primal
it was
complete


i went back inside
when lunch was over
and sat through a few more hours
of idle chitchat
and lecturing
still thinking about that
water
and how maybe
there are some things
in this filthy world
that are still good
and unstained
and i think i'll hold on
to that thought
for myself and
for you and
for all of us


 

 

 
 

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 Reviews of "my new job/something clean"
Reviewed by Sara Coslett
Reviewed on April 11, 2006
I have to tell you, I rarely read long poems such as this. Mostly because the writer loses my interest after the first couple of stanzas. But this poem...man this poem was spiritual. It was so real, as if I was in your mind, as if the lines were being scribed as I was reading them. Very cool.

Now, the world is dirty. But it isn't just us humans. All of life lays their waste on top of other's waste, or their scent onto all other scents. Yes, it is gross, but true.

~ Sara

Reviewed by Ed Matlack
Reviewed on April 10, 2006
Hey Alex, did you have to give that visual of you jumping naked into fresh clean water...up to that point you had me hook line and sinker, afterwards all I could see was you naked...most disgusting...;) Ed

Reviewed on April 10, 2006
Alexandre,

Disturbing. Different. But damn great poetry--I, too, was reminded of Bukowski. He's one of my favorites, and you are rapidly becoming one of mine, as well. Excellent!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 10, 2006
All right! Heavyweight stuff. Bukowski-influenced maybe, eh? Loved your rhythm and style. On second thought maybe not so much Bukowski-influenced. He would never have ended it on a hopeful note. But you did. Good for you because, yes, there still is "that are still good."

Reviewed by Peter Paton
Reviewed on April 10, 2006
Alexandre
Hold on to an indomitable belief in yourself...:)
Peter


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