Jeffrey McDaniel

Rookie (1967 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

Arrivederci Lipstick - Poem by Jeffrey McDaniel

'After careful study and due deliberation it is my opinion the head remains conscious for one minute and a half after decapitation.'
-Dr. Dassy d'Estaing,1883

The ax whistled down, my head
tumbled off, twirled through the air, landed

between my wife’s ankles. I looked up
her skirt: one last glimpse at those alabaster

chimneys. What good will the word “thigh” do me
where I’m going, I wondered, as I stared

at the red door of her panties, the brass knocker
that I installed one rainy morning

when we were young and in love. Good-bye
little red door I used to walk through

after a long day at the office and say, “honey,
I’m homeopathic.” I wanted to apply

arrivederci lipstick, plant one last kiss
on the soil, hope it bloomed into something

useful, then Janey snatched me up by the hair,
yelling “the putty’s not so silly anymore,

is it, mister marmalade? ” The last thing
I remember: being punted high through the air,

a squirrel squinting on a tree trunk,
the house getting smaller, a blue bird

Comments about Arrivederci Lipstick by Jeffrey McDaniel

  • Rookie Anita Atina (2/14/2008 10:50:00 PM)

    Fantastic! Great poetry looks at what everyone sees, with a new light, and thats the magic you've created with this poem. Cheers, Anita (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 14, 2008

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