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ODOP: Ease and Attention

This was the first attempt to deal with “meander” and “Could it possibly go wrong?” Itdidactually use the word “meander.” Victory!

All clear, captain. Nothing
will go wrong tonight.

Oh, sure, sergeant, sure.
With a foolproof plan
in a world where we have
executed all the fools —
oh wait. We haven’t
quite done that yet.

Closer on the morn, sir.

Ah, your right
to bring me back. Who
is a lowly legend like myself
to question our orders, slick
as they are? Our tarpapered roof
of a plan? We and the men
must only be prompt, decided.
If they’re bold in action — well, the action’s sound!
Our only enemy’s meandering.

Fine sentiments, sir —

No, I mean he’s meandering
towards us. Hand on your sword.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George.

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ODOP: Disaster

Also done during Prompt Week! This one’s prompts were “meander” and “Could it possibly go wrong?” That first one didn’t, in its explicit form, survive the second draft—and yet I think its spirit remains.

Now that we’re on the river
And the current’s running strong,
You think to ask, with a hole in the raft,
If things could, by chance, go wrong?

Well, my lad, since our eyes are weak,
And our labor is sold for a song,
Since, my love, we’re clumsy as apes among glass,
Things could possibly go wrong.

With us out of practice, out of wind,
And the children tagging along,
With us juggling car keys and sippy cups,
Do you think it might go wrong?

But when it’s me and you and ours
Racing free under the thousand-eyed night,
When we’ve got our joined hands and warring wits,
How could it not go right?

Copyright 2010 Jobey George.

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ODOP: credit till we have faces

“Where does she go, Mama,
the Glomish queen,
when she abandons the state
into rooms unseen?

Oh what does she do,
our veiled mistress?
Does she uncover her hair,
dance in light dress?
open the door
to a foreign amour
(and how great he must be
to have congress with her!
No, no man,
soldier or tyrant or king,
could dare to presume
to do such a thing.)
Does she look to the sun
and communicate
with godheads so wise
of judgments and fate?”

Never did the infatuated child,
who one day would wind up
literate in foreign lands, ever
guess her beloved liege
locked herself away in sweeping
chambers to write a book.

But if she had guessed such,
never, never a book
about her cowed, unloved childhood
and suppressed terrors.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: the speaker confessional

If twere comfort or completion I sought then you were a poor candidate, O Lord.

Yes, I first felt the lack of you when in this great story-book , even at my character’s climax, I wanted something more, became self-aware.

But it was that very moment the wind became my enemy, the sun goggled at me.

(And rightfully. I looked down and found my hands blackened. They had been all along.)

And from these horrors no song or prayer has even given me even what gladness I had before.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: credit henry darger

A general on a fine charger
unhorsed and killed
by a naked child
on a suddenly vacant field

The last thing the general saw
(through glassy eyes)
were dark rainbow wings
blotting out the drizzling sky.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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odop: another chapter

I picked myself up from my infirmities, or the gods did so release me

my bloody, ragged bandages unraveled
twice twenty leagues I traveled
with the crow perched on my hand
till I came into a land
with fiery sand and windy waters
with wicked sons and wild daughters

and drumsong always in the air, though you could never catch the drummers at it

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: epitaph on pauper’s grave

The makers of fate, whoever they are,
while never exactly generous with me,
did right by me all in all. No j’accuse
from this quarter, existentialists.
Despite all else, they never laid
on me the curse of finding life boring.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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