A Real Motorcycle Poem by Erin Mouré

A Real Motorcycle

Rating: 4.3


Unspeakable. The word that fills up the
poem, that the head
tries to excise.
At 6 a.m., the wet lion. Its sewn plush face
on the porch rail in the rain.
Heavy rains later, & maybe a thunderstorm.
12 or 13 degrees.

Inside: an iris, candle, poster of the
many-breasted Artemis in a stone hat
from Anatolia

A little pedal steel guitar

A photograph of her at a table by the sea,
her shoulder blocked by the red geranium.
The sea tho invisible can be smelled by the casual watcher
Incredible salt air
in my throat when I see her.

'Suddenly you discover that you'll spend your entire life
in disorder; it's all that you have; you must learn to live
with it.'

2

Four tanks, & the human white-shirted body
stopped on June 5 in Place Tian an Men.

Or 'a red pullover K-Way.' There is not much time left
to say these things. The urgency of that,

desire that dogged the body all winter
& has scarcely left,
now awaits the lilacs, their small white bunches.
Gaily.
As if their posies will light up
the curious old intentional bruise.

Adjective, adjective, adjective, noun!

3

Or just, lilac moon.

What we must, & cannot, excise from the head.
Her hand holding, oh, The New Path to the Waterfall?
Or the time I walked in too quickly, looked up
at her shirtless, grinning.
Pulling her down into the front of me, silly!
Sitting down sudden to make a lap for her...
Kissing the back of her leg.

4

Actually the leg kiss was a dream, later enacted
we laughed at it,
why didn't you do it
she said
when you thought of it.

The excisable thought, later
desired or
necessary.
Or shuddered at, in memory.

Later, it is repeated for the cameras
with such unease.

& now, stuck in the head.
Like running the motorcycle full-tilt into the hay bales.
What is the motorcycle doing in the poem

A. said.

It's an image, E. said back.
It's a crash in the head, she said.

It's a real motorcycle.


Afterthought 1

0 excise this: her back turned,
she concentrates on something
in a kitchen sink,
& I sit behind her,
running my fingers on
the table edge.

0 excise this.


Afterthought 2

& after, excise, excise.
If the source of the pain could be located
using geological survey equipment.
Into the sedimentary layers, the slippage,
the surge of the igneous intrusion.
Or the flat bottom of the former sea
I grew up on,
Running the motorcycle into the round
bay bales.
Hay grass poking the skin.
The back wet.

Hey, I shouted,
Her back turned to me, its location
now visible only in the head.

When I can't stand it,
I invent anything, even memories.

She gets up, hair stuck with hay.

I invented this. Yeow.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 07 October 2018

Hair stuck with hay! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 07 October 2018

When I can't stand it, I invent anything, even memories. She gets up, hair stutyick with hay. I invented this. Yeow........so touching. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 07 October 2018

Such a wonderful poem..........:

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Glen Kappy 07 October 2018

This strikes me as stream-of-consciousness so jumpy and random that I wonder if anyone could really enjoy it who wasn’t first interested in the poet herself. Yes, I read it through, but then... -Glen

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Israj Ali 08 October 2018

When I can't stand it, I invent anything, even memories.- - -very nice composition

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 October 2023

5 Stars Full for this amazing poem, thank you so much for sharing

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 October 2023

a true thought-provoking poem and so very excellently worded. Congratulations on being chosen by Poem Hunter and Editors as The Modern Poem Of The Day

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Lyn Paul 07 October 2019

Adventure is my first thought when I read your words. Fast and furious.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 07 October 2019

(2) Erin Mouré challenges the standards of accessibility and common sense. Not surprisingly, her work has met with a mixed response.............So that's what I have read. I regard this poem as very special and do my best to read and understand. I feel lucky that I am able to read this through my own poem site Poem Hunter. Amazing poem, Erin!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 07 October 2019

Before I give my comments here, I say first of all CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Hurray, dear Erin! I have read your BIO, partly here and the words are: Melissa Jacques has written: " Erin Mouré's poetry is fragmented, meta-critical and explicitly deconstructive. Folding everyday events and ordinary people into complex and often irresolvable philosophical dilemmas, (2)

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Calgary / Alberta / Canada
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