Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Pinup - Poem by Billy Collins

The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense
that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup
drawings on the wall above a bench of tools.
Your ears are ringing with the sound of
the mechanic hammering on your exhaust pipe,
and as you look closer you notice that this month's
is not the one pushing the lawn mower, wearing
a straw hat and very short blue shorts,
her shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts.
Nor is it the one in the admiral's cap, bending
forward, resting her hands on a wharf piling,
glancing over the tiny anchors on her shoulders.
No, this is March, the month of great winds,
so appropriately it is the one walking her dog
along a city sidewalk on a very blustery day.
One hand is busy keeping her hat down on her head
and the other is grasping the little dog's leash,
so of course there is no hand left to push down
her dress which is billowing up around her waist
exposing her long stockinged legs and yes the secret
apparatus of her garter belt. Needless to say,
in the confusion of wind and excited dog
the leash has wrapped itself around her ankles
several times giving her a rather bridled
and helpless appearance which is added to
by the impossibly high heels she is teetering on.
You would like to come to her rescue,
gather up the little dog in your arms,
untangle the leash, lead her to safety,
and receive her bottomless gratitude, but
the mechanic is calling you over to look
at something under your car. It seems that he has
run into a problem and the job is going
to cost more than he had said and take
much longer than he had thought.
Well, it can't be helped, you hear yourself say
as you return to your place by the workbench,
knowing that as soon as the hammering resumes
you will slowly lift the bottom of the calendar
just enough to reveal a glimpse of what
the future holds in store: ah,
the red polka dot umbrella of April and her
upturned palm extended coyly into the rain.


Comments about Pinup by Billy Collins

  • (7/19/2019 8:18:00 AM)

    Thank you Billy, I like your poem. It is so nice to feel something real, something true. I am touched by your poetry. Il faut continuer. Merci de ne pas retenir les commentaires négatifs des gens qui ne savent pas comprendre le cœur d'un enfant de 10 ans. (Report)Reply

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  • (4/15/2019 11:04:00 AM)

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  • (3/31/2019 3:15:00 PM)

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  • Nadia Umber Lodhi (11/7/2018 9:11:00 PM)

    not so dense
    that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup
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  • Michael Walker (11/7/2018 5:33:00 PM)

    Quite long for a poem about pinup girls. I have often seen these pinups in garages myself.
    I would not have included the lines about the dog. Collins uses the months of the year wittily,
    Miss March, Miss April.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/7/2018 12:52:00 PM)

    'The future holds in store'! !

    Thanks for sharing.
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/7/2018 11:02:00 AM)

    Insightful write. Beautiful poem. (Report)Reply

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  • Adrian Flett (11/7/2018 3:01:00 AM)

    Fun. Those calendars help to pass the time of day and beat looking down the exhaust of your broken car. (Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (11/7/2018 1:12:00 AM)

    Such a great poem by Billy Collins.......................... (Report)Reply

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  • (4/23/2018 11:02:00 AM)

    Love the description, definitely suits my taste for poetry. (Report)Reply

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  • (5/25/2009 2:55:00 PM)

    Great poem. Deep, insightful, along with a good choice of certain words(intelligent) . (Report)Reply

    (10/26/2016 5:52:00 AM)

    DEEP? ? ? Are you serious? DEEP? ? ? Egads! ! ! He has to choose intelligent words- if only to dress up this doggerel and make it somewhat palatable. Ugggghhhh! ! ! ! !

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  • (3/18/2005 2:37:00 PM)

    If I could stop hugging myself with glee, I'd write one... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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