Cretan Maineiac

Rookie - 2 Points (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

You’ll See Poem by Cretan Maineiac

The pine tree rained needles
and ants
upon the Somali and me,

misfits among everyman and
anyman, like fundamentalists
stuffing ones at the titty bar, isolated by

tobacco smoke,50 feet from the building, 'for your
own good,
young man, 'said the uniform.

'What you are? ' I think Omar asked, 'you
don't know
where your people come from? '

The break area hummed, an inexorable, patient, steady
wind, subtle
as a whack on the sole ('doesn't leave marks')

on a cold desert night, in the mountains, in a land before
People, In Touch, even National Geographic.

Non-smoking seasonals
Claimed the
picnic table, though most of the other

wellness types stayed inside with the
guarding the dust and radon, cardboard cases echoing free trade from

Vietnam, Mauritania, beyond, chewing on aches, pains,
allergies, & 'I only
got five hours of sleep..'

'The young girl, she is good, '
he said.
*Because she believes whatever you tell her? *

'Yes! '

(an angel danced upon my knee…)
>I shop @ Wal-Mart<
>You call me infidel<
>ogle my sister &<
>burn my car &<
>we’ll settle-up in Hell<

A titter rose up among the 'ins':
lifers, and
one exceptional seasonal ('works

two jobs and goes, to
college') ,
snug in their alcove,

Where differences melt away like
so many
outdated superstitions in a classless society, un-

willing to share as the natives did
before the
Pilgrims proceeded to take over the whole kitchen.

'The Christians, you
place Mary
ahead of God; you put Jesus

above Allah.'

Cumulus clouds aloft a waxing crescent bespoke
September along the
far horizon, remote but inevitable, threatening the

August sun w/ auguries of the stark shut-in cold of endless
February looming on
the other side of Christmas's pillar of

Eternal mirth and
bulwark for

'I'm gonna' ask him if he's waiting for
Allah to
move that box, ' any-

man (no El Cid) said. *No! You think Jesus
freaks are
whacked...* Omar's friends

pulled up in
a van,

Franco-Canadians liberating
Yankee mill-
girls in a

threshold fattened by color-blind
festooned with Ignorance and

enforced by wishful thinking. 'When Clinton is in,
is good. Now Bush in, bad.'

on Minot Avenue slows a Rush Hour throng*

'...our correspondent is in the Field...'

And the titter rolled, like the
on the Library @ Alexandria

(a threat now
ty cyberworld, where

Internet Hot Links

Offer every love that
dareth not
in [reasonably] polite society-

-all you need is Pay Pal
or Matricula, and a

Modem) . 'I switch to second shift, for
children.' More laughter, unrelated but

catching his
ear like a

'A man does not laugh like that, ' he said, eyes
peaceful as submission, Tolerant as dhimmitude.

'You'll see, ' he said, resenting my
(laugh out loud)
gut reaction.

The ins (nary an El Cid among 'em) stood- as if united in dar-al-
harb defiance of
eye-for-an-eye sediment

sans Messianic filter- signaling break-
time was

united (untied?)
in laughter,

*...teenage girls found murdered in the
Back Seat of
their father's taxi...*

'...our correspondent is in the field...'

~~Wave after wave, like Programmed
on vinyl, way BEYOND THIS POINT

at a speed yet to be defined, even in Arabic numbers,
played backwards.

___________________________ _______________________

Submitted: Saturday, December 23, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, December 14, 2010

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Comments about this poem (You’ll See by Cretan Maineiac )

  • Rookie - 0 Points Emancipation Planz (6/10/2008 7:19:00 PM)

    I saw... twas not for me to interpret your deliberations... just the acceptance to listen to what has been written.. keep Righting them One Peace at a time.. Deana
    PS....misfits among everyman... heeheehee...
    this belongs on the 4ham..... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 39 Points Malini Kadir (2/29/2008 7:17:00 AM)

    Wow...loved this write of yours! ....these lines especially........
    Wave after wave, like Programmed
    on vinyl, way BEYOND THIS POINT

    at a speed yet to be defined, even in Arabic numbers,
    played backwards. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Elysabeth Faslund (7/13/2007 2:10:00 PM)

    The wellness ones stay with the merchandise, guarding the dust and radon...titters like the fire that rolled over Alexandria! Tongue-in-cheek images of amazing, memorable proportions! How true those images/statements are! Your song of rebellion is steel-strong, current, past, and future! Love this and everyone should read this one! ! ! Great! ! xxElysabeth (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anna Russell (5/19/2007 4:45:00 PM)

    Ooh, a strong write here. Very potent. A lot of fantastic lines, but I especially loved the land before Time, or People...very clever (and damn, I wish I'd thought of it!)
    Anna xxx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Declan McHenry (3/19/2007 2:09:00 PM)

    Now that is a grand write. Excellent piece. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Herbert Nehrlich1 (1/31/2007 6:09:00 PM)

    An intriguing poem, refreshing and allowing me, the reader, to interpret it MY WAY.
    Great. There is a discipline in this and a feeling of the writer's confidence reminding me of the man going out in public with a new and controversial suit (purple perhaps?) and feeling supremely in command. I will now read more of yours.
    H (Report) Reply

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