Genevieve Went Down to Ask Him Why

[QDeathstar]

Genevieve Went Down to Ask Him Why

I can't remember nothing beautiful,
the doctors say. No pretty songs, but just
the harder words of Amazing Grace. There's rust
above the Champ de Mars, and terrible,
the threat of gravity somewhere, swirling, grand canyon
north of Flagstaff, Arizona. Dust
is all that I can think, if you asked, "What's
a sunset like?" And when I read my whorley

rushing words about the flavor of
a "tangerine"? They scare me. What mad man
dared such blasphemies against our God
of Heaven? Underlined and circled them
so violently his pencil lead broke off?
That's why I'm sitting in the basement, Todd.

That's why I'm sitting here in the basement, Todd.

the poem sounds good, has some good imagery, but in the end comes off a bit obtuse. who is Todd and why is he in your basement. The second stanza escapes me. It seems that at one point you could see the good in things, but now, that display of amusement disgusts you.

I just barely get a hint that the speaker is depressed. But who really knows.


I think it is made more obtuse because the point of view in the title does not match the point of view in the poem, I mean, is I in the poem, him in the title? or maybe it is Todd? Who knows,