October never forgets

October 2018- Either it’s coming for you or I am with a Seeing Eye Ear in Quattro Vox

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Q -Bop City

Education

For Sarah

They were the Teachers

They were the Vehicles

 

The blunt object

That forced their door open

Just a crack so could think escape.

 

They were the spark

The enablers.

Telling you on a fog shrouded

Far away beach one afternoon this-

 

That everything was only not permitted

Forbidden and questionable-

But possible.

 

So I let you

And you let me

So much that followed

Was a dream that

Came true

To some degree.

 

Some pay up front

For all to see

A reason

A lesson

A curse

Rendered ransom relegated to some stray verse

 

Some pay up front

For all to see

In the face of what we once

aspired to be.

 

Vincent Quatroche 5/2017

The Colleagues Talk 2.0

Kafka on Kampus   (for K)

As he was pulling out the parking slot on a sweltering Thursday noon

His colleague came running up flagging him down waving his arms

With this wild look in his eyes and breathlessly exclaimed

The administration has sold the naming rights to the college ! 

 

He immediately pulled back in and cut the motor

Got out and stood before him and replied- say what ?

 

Catching his wind gasped that’s rightthe bastards just posted the news

On Prof talk- it’s official starting this Fall Semester this school is

Now named Kafka Kollege –a yes that’s Kollege w/ a GD K

 

No Shit he remarked are you kidding me ?

 

His colleague shook his head emphatically and continued……

 

And that’s not the half of it- all of the buildings on Kampus have been renamed

As well as part of the agreement-

All the Dorms are now called The Penal Colony

The Kampus Center is The Castle

The Theater Department is The Hunger Artist

Academic Affairs? The Judgment

English ? Parables & Paradoxes

Science ? The Metamorphosis

Public Safety ?-Before the Law

Human  Resources ?   The Trial

Student Affairs ? Give it up

 

We stood in stunned silence sweating in the oppressive summer heat

Then my colleague broke into this really strange serene smile

And purred out-

But I do have some rather good news-

Seems all the Administrators, Deans & Chairs even the President

Have been transformed into Ungeheuer Ungeziefers( literally “monstrous vermin”)

like Cockroaches and Dung Beetles

and are hiding in their offices under the desks.

Vincent Quatroche 6/18

Swinging for the Fences in Q-Bop City

 

Of Odds & Pitch Counts

Some people are born

With two strikes on them

Others start out with the count 3 and 0

And go through life

Always content to just take that walk

While the former keep swinging at that one in the dirt.

 

If Only

 

If you could only

just write one poem

that sounded like

Ben Webster’s

Tenor Saxophone

Then maybe

somebody might

listen to you.

 

I bet infinity 

is just endless talk

or worse yet….

Discuss.

 

Burning June

Each June sunset

burns like a stick match

struck against balance

left in the calendar box.

 

Right now I’ve got 27 left.

But who’s counting ?

I am.

How the West was Lost

 

Have we all become a race

Of distracted cyber pioneers

Too embarrassed to admit

All that we never knew is

the only remarkable thing about us

Remembering the trivial

Forgetting the essential.

*

Hearing Aide

 

Received a postcard in the mail yesterday

Offering either an agnostic apostle

Or generic prosthesis-

 

And I didn’t hear a sound

Or a leap of faith.

 

*

Fuck Waste book

 

Listen here

You can just skip the Like Box

And the dislike Box

Heading straight for the

I don’t give a shit Box.

 

Vincent Quatroche 6/2018

 

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