Grave Poem of Sp0on Island: Jonas Bateman
(1990)
Inspired by the book "Spoon River Anthology" by Edgar Lee Masters. These poems have been crafted by me under the title "Grave Poems of Spoon Island".
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?