Temptation of Wood exists in three worlds at once: a fabled yesteryear, an aching present, and a tarnished tomorrow, with poems that roam endless highways and shadowy cafés filled with mythic memories of Beat poet nights of neon and hope, of desperation and delicacy – a gripping journey through the dark night of our modern reality. — James H Duncan, editor of Hobo Camp Review
Taxis to Nowhere
I have to go! I have to go where I feel most happy & right now here isn’t it. IT is __________ (depending on his fixation, IT could be Italy, Florida, California to name a few). He staggered into the taxi & gave me a reassuring wink with one of his black eyes. We watched him clutch a brown paper bag so taut I couldn’t help but think of Linus & his blue blanket. Funny, he was cast as Charlie Brown in his eighth-grade school play. He reached down to scratch his left ankle bloated with a sandwich bag of secret Sweetarts. I knew he was checking to make sure it was still there. I’m alright! I won’t do anything stupid. Believe me. As the taxi sped off for the third time in two days, we turned toward the house like zombies.
his girlfriend dropped him / on a whim / he sat still on his SMA Natas / defying the wheels underneath / Belgian blocks bordered his sweaty back / he stomped on his wet reflection with his left Madrid Fly / tears filled the cracks in the mirror / the pluviophile in me welcomed the precipitation / I sat close to him & shared the puddle / socks on the grass / we waded together / savoring the salty rain on our lips / it tasted just right / I stirred his back with my hand / sister-like / always sister-like / he rested his head on my shoulder / he was seventeen then going on seven / warm in my chicken soup.
You sat white-lipped, pearl-shimmer clouds
below lightning bolted eyebrows.
Twiggy thin, legs crossed in a provocative
pretzel twist with a White Russian in your grip.
Mod fringe, aloof & innocent, you had no
idea who the man was sitting to your right.
I can’t think of his name now; was it Emile?
You asked as if I’d know; you were
an antelope in his eyes, fixed & hunted,
but you wore the boots, black Go-Go boots,
a follower of Zod, feminine mystique aplomb;
your second-wave head turned to face the camera,
undaunted. I can’t get over those boots;
they reached your thighs. No wonder the guys
sat neglected to your right . Oh! The parties
you attended. I think the phrase
wearing a lampshade was conceived at this one
when dad felt the mosquito sting off Cam Ranh Bay’s
waterways, boots wet in Asian sand as black
& formidable as the Go-Go in your boots,
twisted by the man to your right; he read
your letter & tore the photo. In 1971, it flew back
with him in fragments & all that remains is a
patched-up Kodak with your left boot missing –
the man to your right was saved; my dad was a hero.
licking her lips.
a mako shark
of free shots.
now when her
curls coiled in
gray sea hags.
to him –
Larruping his limbs
Repeatedly – an illusionist
Firefly flees a window.
Nancy Byrne Iannucci teaches history and lives poetry in Troy, NY. Her work is published/forthcoming in numerous publications including Bop Dead City, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Gargoyle, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Typehouse Literary Magazine, Riggwelter Press, Poetry Breakfast, Three Drops from a Cauldron, Picaroon Poetry, Hobo Camp Review, Dying Dahlia Review to name a few. Temptation of Wood is her first published poetry collection.
Copyright © 2018 Nancy Byrne Iannucci
Cover photograph by Paul Brookes.
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