r.kv.r.y. quarterly literary journal
spring 2009 poetry
Crier by James Gaines
The organs in my body are unruly lands
Banana republics badly managed I admit
Where trouble breaks out every night at three
Then I become a captured rebel in long hours
Before the final cigarette and chipped stone walls
Let us entertain one last time all the women
Once so wanting but now quite settled down
I close their eyes as I used to do
For my baby son reciting Goodnight Moon
Goodnight Maureen Goodnight Diane
Goodnight to Linda from Alaska
Goodnight Judy of Midwestern nights
Goodnight in Boston Back Bay Patti
Goodnight Becky and Goodnight Marie
Nearest and warmest goodnight Janet
Farthest and deepest goodnight Jo
The guns at Quantico are silent now
Only a wispy wind with early rain
Four o’clock is tolled and all is well
spring 2009 poetry
Crier by James Gaines
The organs in my body are unruly lands
Banana republics badly managed I admit
Where trouble breaks out every night at three
Then I become a captured rebel in long hours
Before the final cigarette and chipped stone walls
Let us entertain one last time all the women
Once so wanting but now quite settled down
I close their eyes as I used to do
For my baby son reciting Goodnight Moon
Goodnight Maureen Goodnight Diane
Goodnight to Linda from Alaska
Goodnight Judy of Midwestern nights
Goodnight in Boston Back Bay Patti
Goodnight Becky and Goodnight Marie
Nearest and warmest goodnight Janet
Farthest and deepest goodnight Jo
The guns at Quantico are silent now
Only a wispy wind with early rain
Four o’clock is tolled and all is well
