Sunday, April 06, 2008

Days: Mark, Paul Legaspi, Alvin Bradshaw

“What are days for?/ Days are where we live.” –Philip Larkin


He hanged around the locker-room
of the swimming pool, to catch
an able eye and hand,
and then took the train back to his lover
who was dying of cancer.
His lover’s name was Peter Weizman.
He told me his name was Mark.

Paul Legaspi

He devoted his life to fighting
for gay equality. He wrote to senators,
he called representatives, and appeared
before congressional committees.
Back home, after putting down his attaché-case,
he checked the mirror and remembered
he was ugly.
His colleague Alex thought he was beautiful,
but he never told him.

Alvin Bradshaw

He wanted to act,
and so he took the bus to the city.
He got bit parts in bit plays,
always hoping
that age would bring the right character part.
He played minor roles in life too—the one-nighter,
the Sunday fuck, the friend his friends went to
when they needed a hand.
Age brought him to a very small stage
which he dominated.


Eshuneutics said...

"Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields."

Only the priest and the doctor? Sadly, as time has past, I do not find Larkin a poet that I would want to live in.

These poems have a sort-of Larkin simplicity... but somehow they do not seem you.

Jee Leong Koh said...

Thanks for speaking your mind, eshun. I count on you to keep doing so.

Eshuneutics said...
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Eshuneutics said...

of course...
"as time has passed".
The other side would be: a poet can be many things and have more than one side. Perhaps, I miss your wit, which amuses me (and not many poets make me laugh kindly!) Even so, I recognise the brevity and intelligence in these sketches.