POST GRADUATE

To  abundance

We heave a hale

and hearty and

Prosperous lexicon.

Cocktails on the hour

Giddy girls

In matching shifts

Giggle with delight

The borrowed and blue

in lockstep up the main aisle

The bride has urgency

In each fold

Of the pressed dress-whites

And the clock

Signals a hesitant

And bashful biology.

 

There will be no

Scream

No shriek

From the back of the glass-walled

Chapel.

No crucifix pulled from the

Wall

Insterted between

The handles of the door -

As the wedding

Party parties on -

 

On the door.

Benjamin

Doesn’t grab

A shocked -then grinning -

Elaine -

To make their

Way to the back

Of a getaway bus.

 

As I am (and always have

Been) Benjamin,

There can

Be no victory

That can’t be undone:

For me, the future was,

And has always been,

Plastic.

 

                                    -jim hill (10-24-09)

from you
now i go.
outward
in a circle.
to expand
beyond your reach
and scope
is important.
to go
where you
can't
but leave
the invitation
open
as my arms
hug the air.

-jim hill (10-23-09)

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Let’s pretend
The clocks
Aren’t right -
Time has gotten so late
that the hands
Have grown into arms.

Age is – and has never
Been a factor.

There is a leaf
For every head
And an upright palm,
Smart for always
Refusing to make a fist.

I have no grudge
And have only forgotten
(recently)
how to hold one.

Smile,
simple tart
and the world
is your benign
crust
(a foodie
is to a trekkie
as space is
to a just dessert).

In the coming months
When the fairy-dust
Has been whisked from your pages
And the faintly red hair
Is pulled from the roots (and
Matching carpet
Migrates from the pouch)
You’ll thank me for not spoiling
The calculations of the most overblown
ceremony. When you die alone
I’ll come along
giving the appropriate,
and proper (unless you prefer
A proffer) stage-direction
And beg the prefect
For a courtesy-pass
to the defect:
Moment-by-moment.



-jim hill (10-22-09)