Thursday, January 27, 2011

All the old posters are gone


 

All the old posters are gone,
once tacked to my wall:
Scott Madsen, Marky Mark, et al.
I had to move on.

Now the walls seem plain
without those it-boys of then —
but I'm not without sin:
they're still tacked to my brain.


2 comments:

  1. UnknownFebruary 5, 2011 at 3:26 AM

    (lol)I still have the Madden solo Flex poster on my wall- and it is a constant and consistent reminder that I need to do my daily sit-ups. Have been thinking a lot about `Marky' lately (because of the boxing movie & good feature in Mens Health) and his incredible progress through life. Your short poem intrigues me. I have another old picture from a newspaper that I framed that shows a wet & healthy River Phoenix at the beach. I cut the picture out (way back then) and attached it to an actual `typed out' 'I carry your heart with me,' by ee cummings. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't look at the images (of beautiful youth/or any images that I found beautiful in my youth) -or my appreciation of them, in any way sinful. Images, I believe, gain more meaning through time and that appreciation of an image changes and grows(as does actual physical relationships). {{Not being argumentative- appreciate your poem - made me think. :) }}

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  2. Philip ThriftFebruary 5, 2011 at 8:58 AM

    ('Sin' as in 'sinfully delicious'!)

    Now I am reminded of listening to "It's A Sin" by Pet Shop Boys [youtube.com/watch?v=8-3jf3Vj850] about the time these were on my wall.

    Thanks for checking out my poem!

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