Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt encouraged us to try writing a poem in the style of the New York School of poets. This particular style apparently comes with a recipe of sorts. I liked the idea: a poem written in a conversational tone, including the use of proper names, mention of goods and services offered in the city, colloquialisms, calling into question something that the author says within the poem, the use of headlines, references to media–and these are just a few of the suggested ingredients. I already like writing poems in a conversational tone; rhyming starts to become forced for me, especially when I’m beginning my practice late at night and I barely have two brain cells to rub together. As a meditator, I’m familiar with the chatter inside my own mind and have become quite adept at giving it a voice–it really does end up being a conversation sometimes, between the chatter itself and the awareness beyond the chatter, so writing in a conversational tone seems natural to me. I don’t know so much about headlines. Proper names might be fun. Mention of goods and services might reveal embarrassing facts about what kind of food I’m putting into my body these days. Ah well, no regrets. Here goes.
Poem (The Baltimore School)
Orioles score 6 in third,
then hold off Red Sox on Patriots’ Day
Cliff told me of their victory while
the kids duked it out in the back yard
over the one plastic whiffle ball bat.
It was early evening, the sun shining gold,
the green grass waving in the breeze, and
the Korean Spice viburnum
was filling my nose with the scent of heaven
and then there were pollen induced sneezes
and I was grabbing for the Kleenex.
He saw the final inning while waiting at the Canton Washworks
The Honda was pretty gnarly from life with
two young children in the city of Baltimore in spring and it needed a proper bath.
I didn’t see the final inning.
I won’t watch baseball unless he’s home
It never occurs to me to turn on the TV and
also the kids were napping
The carwash gave him a discount for driving a hybrid and
then he hopped
onto I-895 to check out yet another hybrid
a pre-owned Lexus
because our Dodge Durango is a gas guzzling motherfucker
and we’re spending way too much money on the freaking fossil fuel.
It is Earth Day tomorrow after all.
When people are dissing Obamacare
the rainforests are being destroyed
and humans are slaughtering other humans
When junkies are stumbling the streets of North Avenue
beside young mothers pushing babes in beat up strollers
and the Bmore PoPo announces its presence every half minute
with flashing lights and wailing sirens
to be honest, hearing
ORIOLES SCORE SIX IN THIRD
does nothing for me
Baltimore, I love you, please don’t break my heart.