POEM: Gerry & Lenny (4)

Posted 25 February, 2010 in Audio Poems, My poems, Poetry

 

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Gerry & Lenny

have the same vocal tic
an explosion of air from the nose
with the tongue in the back of the throat

each time it sounds like laughter,
a commentary on their own speech
then back or not back to the matter at hand

“I’m waiting for a Jew to turn Catholic!
Can you imagine a Jew submitting
to the goddamned pope? Jesus Christ!”

Like Lenny, Gerry stops in the middle –
in mitn drinen, they would say –
to tell stories and to follow tangents

Like Gerry, Lenny draws water from
a desert oasis and pours that water
into molds of his own design

“The Catholic Church has given the pope
permission to become a nun.
Just on Fridays, though.”

Gerry was born in Pittsburgh:
grew up with bituminous in his mouth,
ate the ash-gray snow

Lenny was born in Mineola:
within weeks, Sally was back on stage
and Lenny drifted from house to house

Gerry has been a poet laureate
and has won awards and prizes
and taught at prestigious universities

Lenny died on the bathroom floor,
syringe near his arm,
camera lens in his face

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4 comments to “POEM: Gerry & Lenny”

DON LEVY, February 25th, 2010 at 6:21 pm:

  • Love this poem! I would have never made the connection with the two of them. Sheer brillance!

Jason Crane, February 25th, 2010 at 6:46 pm:

  • Thanks so much, Don!

Dan Wilcox, February 25th, 2010 at 10:18 pm:

  • … & the FBI looking over his shoulder…

Jason Crane, February 25th, 2010 at 10:26 pm:

  • Too true. If I had to make a list of heroes, Lenny would be at the top. Even over Trane and alongside my grandfather. Ever since I first heard him at a college radio station in 1991, I’ve been, um, obsessed.

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