Wallpapering with my Father

 

 

Coming through Ellis Island with all the rest

you made good across the sea, to the New

World of promise; you, the lanky, blue-eyed

immigrant from Nord Holland with the shock

 

of Viking hair – my father’s father, like him

a man of few words, there to become part

of the American Dream that was within reach

because of your saleable skills.

 

That Sunday was quiet with the

heavy, high-pitched whir of locusts

heralding summer in upstate New York – long,

languorous days wasting teenager time

 

under the apple trees. At first I was sulky

when I showed up for the job. My father

had dressed for the occasion in spotless white

as if he were about to go sailing on his yacht.

 

Separating us, seven roles of silkscreened ladies

waving Oriental fans. Our tools, your tools, carefully assembled;

a greying stepladder, the razor-sharp knife, a boar-bristled brush.

Solid like the homeland, built to last like your impossible dream.

 

Unusually impatient, my father barked orders that I

couldn’t fulfil: run, fetch, hold the paper straight.

Could your secrets not be passed on?

My tears spattered in the chlorinated pool.

 

Years later, when you’d already passed on,

I put myself to the test; a tiny kitchen wall

and a complicated, half-drop vertical match.

I preened long-distance. Dad, dreams come true.

RED DRESS

 

The color of the dress was Fire Engine Red,

the color associated with Valentine’s Day cards,

lacy white hearts pierced by Cupid’s arrows.

 

Giraffes pranced round the hem;

with nothing better to do

than my grandmother’s bidding: dancing in circles

 

like painted horses on a merry-go-round, the sort

you can just get on and ride forever – over the river

and through the woods to grandmother’s house

 

through the autumn leaves

piled high into racetracks in the backyard.

Who can run fastest, jump highest, come first?

 

The color of the dress was Devil’s Red,

the color associated with Satan,

fallen angel with a pitchfork for a tail.

 

Neither Satan nor Cupid practiced their piano,

but I did. Each morning mechanical fingers

gave voice to another prideful, grand-matriarchal gift.

 

The dress and the piano, how did I miss the clues?

Even Red Riding Hood knew wolves

wore her grandmother’s shoes.

 

What child is this, who fails to adore

the gold, frankincense, and myrrh laid at her feet?

Come on, kid, we all know this ain’t no one way street.

 

The giraffes had two rivals: prettier,

more lively, less sweet.  But at Sibley’s Department store

on that sweaty summer’s day, granny would have her way.

 

The color of the dress was Blood Red

the color associated with needles, transfusions,

debilitating intestinal bleeds.

 

Dancing in circles, those giraffes could never win

and neither could I, from that first day at school, a giraffe

appliquéd where my heart should have been.

 

Succeed

 

They gush and drool

like perfect fools

picking the bones of my poetry dry.

 

Inciteful precision gets

their goat.  Instead, they want to

emote over bronzed crocodile tears.

 

Think out-of-the-box?

What a wicked little fox to

commit such a heinous crime.

 

Stick to the form and shovel

that norm. We should all

know by now, that

to suck is to succeed.

What’s wrong with my poetry?

I ask, again, after class.

While others conjure theatrical  images,

All I do is to sound crass.

I realise I avoid emotions,

View life through squeaky clean glass.

But they wallow in manufactured melancholy

and blow it out their ass.

So, what does it take to get the gold star?

The coveted pat on the head?

I suppose I ought not to give a shit.

But, still,  I wonder a bit.

Wicked Witch of Amsterdam

7 May 1944

Persevering, dependable, relaxed, and calm;

Patient and steady,

Stuck in a rut.

___

Prizes wit and cunning and trickery;

Clever with finances.

Adores reading.

___

Silver-tongued scattered thoughts

The mind of a thief.

Knows everyone, gets around.

___

There’s no place like home.

Nostalgic and sentimental,

Overly protective parent.

___

Flirtatious; hopeless romantic.

A true performer,

Drama for drama’s sake.

___

Warm and generous with employees,

Shines through daily work.

Adores rich food, has back problems.

___

Equal relationships,

Requires tactful, diplomatic partner.

Avoids divorce at all costs.

___

Tempts fate; deep interactions.

Sex is transformational,

Intense passion, transgender.

___

Known as frank, outspoken, as well as blunt.

Adventurous; ambitious.

Vocal on career issues.

___

Projects authority, grooms professional image.

Craves achievement,

Reputation is paramount.

___

Ambitious networking,

Weird, intellectual friends.

Supports causes and ideas, won’t follow through.

___

Dreams of being a poet or musician,

Imaginative inner life.

Dwells on past sorrows.

___

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Astro-Poetry

 

Caring, nurturing person

cloying, meddlesome, nag.

Builds emotional barriers,

adores vintage.

Wears heart on sleeve.

_______

Survival = possessions,

refuses to buy store brands.

Values dignity, pride, and warmth of heart.

An authority of finance;

too generous with own.

_______

Literary critic.  Editor.  Proofreader. Teacher.

Communication is critical; writing is a craft.

Practical thinker

writes flawless novels

delivers the perfect speech.

_______

House divided;

peace at all costs.

Seeks elegant gardens; has eye for interior design.

The ‘perfect childhood’;

indifferent to native land.

_______

Passionate re: hobbies & interests.

Falls for possessive people.

Requires emotionally complex companions.

Throws “invite-only” parties.

Has taboo love affairs.

_______

Keen on health and diet.

Gains wisdom from foreign domains.

Condescending attitude towards coworkers.

Goes overboard with pets.

Can’t focus on mundane chores.

 _______

Married to a father figure.

Public image is conservative and authoritarian.

Plays role of dutiful spouse.

Has successful clients.

Requires hard working partner from good family line.

_______

Avoids deep commitment;

keeps everyone in the “friend zone.”

Unusual research methods,

technology fetish.

Equates astrology with psychology.

_______

Transcendence through higher education,

philosophy and metaphysical ideas.

Expanding cultural horizons.

Religions without boundaries.

Fluid beliefs.

 _______

Known as a mystic

transcending defined roles and fixed ideas.

Deals in imagination and impressions.

Idealistic and unrealistic;

Pursues otherworldly ideals.

 _______

Devoted friends

who demand no less than the same.

Forms humanitarian groups

with reliable others

serious about realising long-term goals.

 _______

Superficial, fickle, gossipy;

sows seeds of self-undoing.

Adores word games,

dreams up clever ideas.

Secretly desires to be trendy & hip.

_______

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