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A SERIES OF POEMS BY SUSAN OSTERMAN
VALENTINE'S DAY
the blood is
dripping off
the overpriced
hearts
this year.
there's no one
to send love to
along the turnip
green briar patch.
hippity hop
I bop to your tune
johnny gitalong
gitalong guy!
she has the blood
dripping down her
ears in celebration
of Valentine's Day
I loved to see
the way she bleeds
her private holiday.
the way her red bloomers
give her away and how
much I wanted her
for my Valentine.
by Susan Osterman
THE CURIOUS DEATH OF MISS BALLARD
baby love
my baby love
with two
daughters
i luv ya
o i love ya luv
alone
why you
do me
like you do
quit the
Supremes
after i been
true to you
scraping by
on welfare
two girls
all of my
whole
life
thru
alone
drinking
welfare
i never loved
no one but you
baby baby baby
cardiac arrest
at 33
drinking
medication
i never loved
no one but you
miss ballard
formerly of
the Supremes
is
baby baby baby
(dead)
c Susan Osterman
SOBBINGS
The sunlight's golden sobbing
That works itself out as rain
the twilight's grayish settling downpour
and the rains of the century
As you look out into the goblet
of the moon's silver outpourings
you tell yourself something's shiny
but is it for you?
As the moonlit hills
surrender their bluish glint
do you sometimes wonder
if the tint was for your eyes alone?
And, in midnight's graceful surrender,
does the artist feel lesser
for the grandeur of the purple-
heeled moment of grace?
c Susan Osterman
SMELLS
in capitalist society no one can smell
you can't have sex when you smell
no one loves you when you smell
when you smell
when you smell
when you smell
you can't give head to someone
whose crotch smells
unless you're really
turned on
you can't give head to head to head to
just anybody
lovers can smell
awful; they turn your head with
their compliments
it's academic you say:
wait till
you
find someone who smells
smells
smells
smells
c Susan Osterman
BRING YOUR BLACK CAT
bring your black cat
to the funeral
tell them he's in a tux
has outdone them all
is wordless with grief
tail between his legs
running swiftly
silently
softly
cunningly
he's always hidden
quite watchful
escaping everything
dressed for death
c Susan Osterman
THE FIRST NOEL
the first noel
reagan got caught
with his pants down
coming fast, hard
driving thru nancy
like night whiskey
c Susan Osterman
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