Letter to Annie Far Away by Donal Mahoney


Letter to Annie Far Away

Every evening,
up in my rooom,
I try to finish a poem
but Chicago is hot
and it’s better outside,
strolling along the Lake
or driving anywhere
with the windows down.

You sound good,
if undecided about things.
My life gets better
no matter how hard I try
to make it worse.
No medicine
for a month now;

no poems, either.
I can’t recall my last
spontaneous erection.
I’d blame it all on the heat
but you’d know better.

Summer in Chicago
makes people accessible
and I’ve become chatty
in these later years.
I find that small talk

with people oiled
and stretched like tarps
on Pratt Avenue Beach
trumps any summer attempt
at revising a poem winter
revisions never made right.

We’ll see if my new affair
with society lasts.
How long will I
continue to meet strangers
who introduce me
to myself?

Donal Mahony

Donal Mahoney, nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, Donal Mahoney has had poetry and fiction published in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. Some of his work can be found by clicking here… 

2 Replies to “Letter to Annie Far Away by Donal Mahoney”

  1. I enjoyed reading this one … and someone has to say this (so it may as well be me): I can’t recall my last spontaneous erection either … just saying, as someone might say … cheers! DaP

  2. da, I wrote the first draft of this poem at least 48 years ago. Things were different then for bad and for good. Spontaneous erections all day and women mad as hell at me as a result. I don’t know if any of them are still alive but I’d rather not run into them, delightful as they were at the time.

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