Lynn Emanuel Poems
|1.||Dream in Which I Meet Myself||5/27/2015|
|2.||The Planet Krypton||12/24/2015|
|4.||Homage To Sharon Stone||1/20/2003|
|5.||The Politics Of Narrative: Why I Am A Poet||1/20/2003|
|6.||Inside Gertrude Stein||1/20/2003|
|7.||Inventing Father In Las Vegas||1/20/2003|
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Inventing Father In Las Vegas
If I could see nothing but the smoke
From the tip of his cigar, I would know everything
About the years before the war.
If his face were halved by shadow I would know
This was a street where an EATS sign trembled
And a Greek served coffee black as a dog's eye.
If I could see nothing but his wrist I would know
About the slot machine and I could reconstruct
The weak chin and ruin of his youth, the summer
My father was a gypsy with oiled hair sleeping
In a Murphy bed and practicing clairvoyance.
I could fill his vast Packard with showgirls
And keep him forever ...