ten minutes ‘til the customers arrive or //what i read in the boardwalk tar while waiting

“forty plus// divorced”,
my colleague says,
we watch them getting out the car,
opening the trunk,
exchanging flip flops for heels,

i side-glance him,
“what? i’m not judging, just state facts”,

they comb convertible-tousled hair,
short skirt, blouse, extra transparent,
“she” he says,  “is more experienced,
& –”
i get angry, ‘cos we all
need to be seen, ask

“how’s business going”,
“yeah, not bad”
“they should arrive soon”

sun burns hot breath
merciless onto the aching concrete’s chest,
sweat trickles down my legs,

no shade for those that weren’t quick enough,
children giggle-swing about the playground,
underneath the trees,

a group of businessmen,
FoamDots on their upper lips,
un(tie),
drink a beer before heading
to their families,

the bus comes ’round the bend

“they didn’t see us”
i walk down the street, wave,

in my cadmium red dress,
the one that you’d fire-dance
the ocean’s raging tongue with,
ride on faT, blacK  ravens
through a thunder storm spli//T sky,
(feather soft sensations),
suck up fresh tattoo ink from a pirate’s sunburNt skin,
or balance barefoot, hipTwist,
on a spewing, hot volcano lip,
just for the fun

before
you
——f
—–A
——–L

——L

——  stre T C  h

–bus doors fliNg open

“claudia, how are you ?”
“fine, you had a good trip?
welcome”

& we switch seam
——————–Less(ly)

to daily business

.

smiles…never quite daily business at dVerse where we celebrate poetry tonight… write a poem, grab the mic and join us for our weekly OpenLinkNight… doors open at 3pm EST

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58 responses to “ten minutes ‘til the customers arrive or //what i read in the boardwalk tar while waiting

  1. smiles…love the flip back in the end, to all business…you really build the scene well in this and bring it to life with all that is going on around you…and dang that is some dress to suck the tattoo of a pirate…smiles…that bit was really magical claudia…you take ordinary and shine it up to a fine gleam…smiles.

  2. Thanks for the glimpse into your business day … mine are so very different … as we wear plain clothes at work …tattoos, piercings, jeans, flip flops … all is allowed …in order to not intimidate the patients … and I love it so, because I can (to an extent) continue being me … Love … from this old hippie girl … You are awesome, C …

  3. Watching, waiting, sighing with the sidewalk, welcome switch from external know-it-alls to the sensations of the dress. Spinning some fine living here!

  4. What I think about here is..”We all need to be seen.” Interestingly, this was a theme of Brian’s poem too, I thought. So true, I think; and what we wear and how we present ourselves sometimes determines who one is SEEN by. Have a good day, Claudia.

  5. in my cadmium red dress,
    the one that you’d fire-dance
    the ocean’s raging tongue with,
    ride on faT, blacK ravens
    through a thunder storm spli//T sky,
    (feather soft sensations),
    suck up fresh tattoo ink from a pirate’s sunburNt skin,
    or balance barefoot, hipTwist,
    on a spewing, hot volcano lip,
    just for the fun

    A stand alone poem within a poem. Nice.

  6. Waiting is never fun, but you filled the time nicely with observations and imagination. I like the stanza in your cadmium dress. Guess if you have to take care of business, thinking in poetry is a good way to do it. Lovely Claudia.

  7. I love how you can make anything ordinary feel extraordinary.. and I like how you describe the comment on those “newly divorced”… I think a comment like that says more about your colleague than about them… Just let people dress and look as they like.

  8. I agree with Bjorn… I can’t ever say that I always find deep meanings in your work – not that they’re not there…. but I just LOVE your writing style. I read it for the pure enjoyment of it … forgive me if I love the surface view and miss the deeper meanings! Love your work regardless – esp the use of spacing and capitalization.

    Wonderful work!

  9. Love the scene. Especially the “cadmium-red dress” and sucking the ink from a pirate’s sunburnt skin. Beautiful, as always, Claudia

  10. Everything about this made me smile… most especially the lines about the dress and the pirates. You have such a magical way of weaving on ordinary moment into poetry.

  11. You do spin us from the everyday into the magical and back again with grace. It seems everyone is insecure, trying to tear down others, ‘truth’ or not. When we open ourselves to experience the judgement falls away and the magical is possible.

  12. you’ve really given us that fly on the wall feeling…a fly is pretty flash with her iridescent emerald bodice, and no one seems to notice her until she takes flight and starts talking…bzz…bzz business.

  13. I like how the everyday becomes a magical sun-weaving adventure of colors and images ~ I am in awe of the word play -storm spli//t sky & sunburNed skin, I will take, smiles ~

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  15. there’s all kinds of heat here! 🙂

    “in my cadmium red dress,
    the one that you’d fire-dance
    the ocean’s raging tongue with” –

    sensual, blistering, sweaty, playful, angry –

    all before a blinding switch, back, into business as usual; such a nice play and ride, thank you claudia 😉

  16. Well to hell with the little black dress and pearls. Cadmium red it is…and I love the poem too…lol!

  17. Me wants a cadmium red shirt, extra length. Claudia you are always (seems like) super-inspired. Desciptives jusr so, not over lengthy…before I’m transported to a business friend getting off the bus–or was it you..oh well. I loved it.

    And….my legs don’t sweat. Are you certain it was perspiration (trickling!).
    Jus sayin’.

    SPLENDID WORK.

  18. Wow this was spectacular! I love how you build the moment word by word; your style is very unique 🙂

    And when you say ”We all need to be seen.” ..it is so easy to relate to that.

    Lovely poem!

  19. Ha! Good one. So true, the “real” us and the business conversation us that we switch to instantly. Well told.

    And that sounds like one hell of a fire-hot dress!!

    xo

  20. the hours before business hours are some of the best parts of worklife. It is the time when good (hopefully) relationships are built, when one is real.

    Nice tableaux, as always, Claudia. 🙂

  21. You nailed it, that moment that switches from the individual to the collective effort. I love reading your work. The progression is intriguing.