Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone
Three Faces … From the Month of March
By Joan McNerney
1. Cheapskate
Grinding yellow teeth
this awful miser spits
out bleak afternoons.
With gnarled fists, he
collects frozen jaws
to bury beneath snow.
2. The “Lady”
Prissy faced prude praying
for skids and smashups puts
web blankets all over our plans.
Lowering frozen eyes,
she knots cold crystals
into braids of frost.
3. Thug
That tough guy … as mean as sin
and twice as slick … hunches his
shoulders stealing the sunshine.
Showing us who is in charge … he’ll
make an offer we can’t refuse
or crack a few bones over ice.
Joan McNerney’s poem The Operator appeared at vox poetica as part of Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae.
Very vivid imagery. I especially like:
this awful miser spits
out bleak afternoons
and
hunches his
shoulders stealing the sunshine