Friday, July 16, 2010

Eric Lawson


Between smaller towns I amble
Never near the urban areas
and always with a new tale
I am the wandering minstrel
The melodies are all the same
but by the time I make it back
to your forgotten town again
you have forgotten my scam
Only the words have changed
Call it verbal sleight of hand
Call it a trick of the trade
Call it whatever you will
Just as long as you call me
back here for more next year
I come with news of the day
I come with the latest fashions
I come here to entertain you
Just as long as it's entertaining
and different from last year
Stop me if you've heard this
Stop me if you are now bored
Stop me if I do not impress
Just as long as the impression
has eventually won you over
I shan't play my enchanted flute
I am afraid you would follow me,
breaking the simple musical spell
and be bad for minstrel business

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Maja Trochimczyk


- inspired by The Yellow Submarine and a drawing of Interior Courtyard, Rajput, Bundi

Did the Beatles see this Interior Courtyard
of Rajput, Bundi, in opaque pigment and gold
before filling it with strange creatures
running around during one stop
of the Yellow Submarine?

Indian women listen to the sitar’s drone,
waiting for countless doors to open and close,
for a Blue Meanie to chase George and Ringo,
and for Terrible Flying Glove to ominously giggle,
before a convertible arrives like deus ex machina
saving the boys from vile monsters
under tangerine trees and marmalade skies.

It is all clear now, all tranquil.
The swans doze in the pool,
flowers spread their fragrance,
the sails flutter in the breeze
of a pleasure ride on calm seas.

The attendants
rest in the wings.
The British play,
the invasion,
will soon begin.