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The Blog Bog

The Mag Rack


On the street of errands
a pair of my wife's old shoes
are salvaged by the grandfather
who nails on new heels in minutes,
showing off the skill he's brought
to perfection for over fifty years.
I go into a store and purchase
a memorial video of Ricky Hui,
the comedian whose huge, sad eyes
made you laugh that much harder.
I also buy a bag of my beloved
Choco pies and exit to see my wife
triumphantly holding the shoes
above her head, her body bathed
in the pungent sparkle of Sunset Park.
I could watch her for hours, stand
on that street and slow as dream light
revel in our youth and indestructibility
and the borough poised today between
our bedazzlement and wonder.

                           Tim Suermondt


While the great men were doing so
          the world turned over many times
                     during one day alone.

The great men had the answers
          they were sure would justify the questions
                      and wrote them up precisely in their minds.

The great men were talking like gods
          and the world kept turning over many times
                     during one day alone.

                           Tim Suermondt


Like army ants the soldiers
scurry up and over the mountains,

heading with purpose in his direction-
not to kill or arrest him,

but to tell him he's been the greatest
sovereign the country has ever seen

but that the world, which some might claim
he ruled like a deity, has made him obsolete.

Dressed in the Imperial Blue he stands
in front of his palace, waiting to greet the soldiers

and treat them to a lavish dinner
where he regales them with stories of the Court

he's surprised he hasn't long ago forgotten—
"I'd love to ride a streetcar," he says

and a month later, in a city bustling and hot,
he has his first ride, closing a book, standing

to give a woman his seat and telling a worker
dressed in coal black, "I wouldn't go back

to my Palace even if I could"-and smiling when
the stranger replies, "Oh neither would I."

                           Tim Suermondt