Charles Chaim Wax
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Being the union guy at Spinoza HS
created a morsel of interest to the day
like when Darwin Dix showed up
his hair a bunch of purple spikes
...
I awoke at 10: 55 Pm
I would have preferred 4 AM
because then I could have stayed
awake
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Tired of typing gibberish
on a rainy Sunday
I journeyed to Brooklyn’s famous
Kings Plaza Mall
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25
just finished
studying Shakespeare
at Wisconsin for my MA
...
Matilda Halbert pushed into Meng’s
at exactly five in the afternoon
with her red shopping cart
empty except for cardboard
...
I got a call yesterday
About Gloria,74 years old,
From her sister,69, a smoker all her life
Plus drank a fifth of rum,
...
“It’s funny, ” I said
to Henry F and Dilly
in the Teacher’s Center,
“how all our fathers are dead
...
Hubert at 38
and weighing 427 pounds
an only child
father dead long ago
...
As soon as I walked into
the Teacher’s Center
I said, “Congratulations!
you’re the envy of every
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For the first time in 14 months
I went to the movies
afterwards we went to China New Star
myself and six friends.
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After ten years of teaching English
at Spinoza HS I couldn’t take it anymore
and decided to devote myself
to writing full time.
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I sat in Meng’s weary, waiting
dusk long since descended
nightfall now master of the sky
with wind blown snow
...
No chance Ella’s grey hair
ever can be covered with dye
nor love be found
at 52.
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Albert stayed after class saying,
“Mr. Bernstein, please help me.”
“Yes.”
“I need a woman.”
...
nowhere to be found
finally dump a six pack of Diet Coke in the wagon
also four Red Bulls needing the safety of caffeine
because outside the 62 degrees
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Wide awake at 3: 40 in the morning
the full moon immaculate in my intimate dreams.
Such never-ending splendor.
I began scribbling at once
...
Snow began to fall at ten in the evening
fine cold adamantine snow.
On Atlantic I drove slowly, the streets being slippery,
looking for a lady
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The Best Poem Of Charles Chaim Wax
No Expectation Of Reward
Being the union guy at Spinoza HS
created a morsel of interest to the day
like when Darwin Dix showed up
his hair a bunch of purple spikes
a good ten inches off his skull
held upright by some fancy gel
from Italy I never heard of.
Chairperson Linda wrote him up
declaring his appearance demented
thus hindering the children’s education.
“A poet don’t play by your rules, ”
I informed her, knowing the union had
gone to court on this one:
No dress codes for teachers.
Darwin wrote a poem in my honor:
The Real Big Boss of the Universe
sent it off,
and was immediately accepted by two magazines
The Infinite Green Frog and Punctured Flesh
thus granting me fame, albeit minuscule
as both only had a combined circulation
somewhere near 48 souls
the exact number not definitively known
but the smile on Darwin’s face
as he handed me a copy of each
spoke volumes about
the true nature of happiness.
Of course I immediately asked
for his autograph on the cover
which he did saying,
“After all these years of despair
finally getting known.”
Then added, his voice soft and tender
and filled with gratitude,
the tone like a moment from a Bach Pastorale,
“All this, thanks to you.”
Well, what could I do
tell him this minor success at 46,
really not much
but then again perhaps Darwin Dix
now a published poet
knew more than I did
that I was indeed
The Real Big Boss of the Universe
and if not
at least a good union guy.
Charles Chaim Wax Comments
Hello Charles, Thank you for message to 'Time doesn't change the person' of my poetry. Hereafter, I will slowly read your poetry. Best regard, Take care Thank you. Mikoto
Charles' works are some of the most beautiful, heartfelt pieces I have come across. His narrations, at once portray a vibrancy, tenderness and understanding of the human condition in all its guises. He introduces us to total strangers who quickly become so familiar. I love to come across a new piece by Charles, I know that it is going to be exciting before I even become aware of its existence. Bernstein is the classic model of the everyman, but is surrounded by many everymen whose worlds are at one, intimate and universal.
I like your poems although they differ a great deal from the way I write (in a good way) . You think up the greatest endings and I like the way you do your poetry as stories that to me can be taken several different ways. Your work is truely great...
Interesting and original. I'm always looking for your comments (even on others' works) because they're so creative. Just the way it should be poetry as a question, poetry as an answer! Looking forward to seeing new pieces!
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4/19/2024 4:45:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem Gone was touching. By purposely making the style casual and detached, almost going like a newspaper report, you have rendered the truth of the old man's death even more stark and the pain of his wife, piercing. Your poems sound like you are used to reporting events of this kind. Do not mind but are you a journalist? I like the conversational tone which I noted in that other new poem too. By doing that you include the reader in the experience as well.