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| Margaret Young |
Margaret Young grew up in Oberlin, Ohio and studied at Yale and
University of California, Davis. She earned a 2005 Individual Artist
Grant from the Ohio Arts Council and has published two poetry
collections, Willow from the Willow (Cleveland State University Poetry
Center, 2002) and Almond Town (Bright Hill Press, 2011). She teaches at
Endicott College and lives in Beverly, Massachusetts.
Red Grooms’s “Ruckus at Grand Central Terminal”
In New York in the last century
everyone carried a lunch pail
with some Lunch Poems in it.
The taxis were yellow hippos
sneezing down the dusty streets,
shedding piles of checkers at stop lights.
Their drivers all smoked or chewed
and had something personal to say
about the pastrami in your sandwich.
Grand Central glowed with pink
and orange lights, it had a disco
ball, all statues wore drag.
Small dogs in sweaters, eyes bulging
from their skulls, oozed from the arms
of ladies in fur coats and jewels.
Red Grooms’s “Ruckus at Grand Central Terminal”
In New York in the last century
everyone carried a lunch pail
with some Lunch Poems in it.
The taxis were yellow hippos
sneezing down the dusty streets,
shedding piles of checkers at stop lights.
Their drivers all smoked or chewed
and had something personal to say
about the pastrami in your sandwich.
Grand Central glowed with pink
and orange lights, it had a disco
ball, all statues wore drag.
Small dogs in sweaters, eyes bulging
from their skulls, oozed from the arms
of ladies in fur coats and jewels.
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