This page will be reserved for a series of free verse poems or short writings I’m working on that revolve around viewing the same tiny event happening within a much larger event from extremely different points of view.  Hopefully it’s another experiment in the various ways we communicate, the focii interrupting in different ways, the complete picture revealed only after all points of view have been written for.

The first two are from “his” secretary and “his” son.

Secretary

His voice is cracking and I can’t tell what he’s yelling
His back is to me anyway, it’s probably not intended for my ears.
Not as much as these flames are, that sway (it’s still swaying), that concrete shudder.
I wonder if he needed to zip his pants up.
We were only there for a minute but
He’s opened it that fast before… pig.
The fire licks at my back and I lie
Down Dog down dog down.
He’d said
In between keystrokes
And papercuts
He’s on the ledge now, arms at his sides (it’s still all swaying theysaidthiscouldn’thappen).
Stiff hands grab at my ankle, pull me away.
I consider digging nails into linoleum to drag the suit from the edge.
To fuck him again.  He can’t die happy.
To fuck him like he fucked me.
I turn and there is a gas mask and a helmet holding me by the run of my stocking.
The sparse expression is a wolf, violent with urgency
Cold with determination.
The wolf carries me every step of the seventy two stories.
My skirt riding up my thigh, I feel his thumbs
Lifting it up for the last time.
We reach the bottom

In time to see the swine’s tie touch the ground.

Son

Well there’s this t.v. show on and not the one that is always on because this one has a lady in a suit
And she’s holding a microphone and talking fast like jenny on the swing set who always talks fast
Her stockings have a run in them I think
I think I think Ithink
I need a cookie MOM give me a cookie
No I don’t want Special K I want Coco Puffs if I want cereal.  and I don’t want cereal I want a cookie.
DAD would give me a cookie I miss him because he tied my shoes and I tripped yesterday and Bobby Kelso laughed at me but DAD used to tell me I could hit him if he made fun of me and MOM told me I shouldn’t.
No this show is boring there’s just a building they keep showing and this lady keeps talking and they keep zooming in on that MAN this is boring.
NO MOM I don’t know what suit DAD wore this morning you picked me up before he got dressed REMEMBER?!
Why do those firetrucks keep going past and why did the windows shake? Oh jeez that plane just ran into the other one like in that movie.
I saw that movie on cable when I stole the password for the clicker and then I got to watch all the movies with the blood like from Jimmy’s knee but out of the head.
NO I SAID I DON’T KNOW WHAT DAD WAS WEARING! WHY ARE YOU STILL ON THE PHONE I WANTED BREAKFAST!