Busy Mind #19

At The Dinghy

Down at the dinghy

He wore khaki shorts

White t-shirt of Jerome the Ostrich

Playing the violin

Tanned skin

Sun bleached hair-just like his mother’s

He’s an admiral-nobody knows it

She tosses him the key chain

It lands square on his lap

She sits in the stern seat

The captain on her lap

She rocks him back and forth

Kisses the back of his neck

Musses  his hair

“Sailors don’t cry,baby, sailors never cry-

Only when their ships go down

Only when they’re shipwrecked-on rafts, with nothing to drink-“

He laughs, he giggles, he bounces on his mama’s lap.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013


Altered Books: Nine Stories/J.D.Salinger



Busy Mind #18

Pretty Mouth and Green Eyes

Pretty mouth and green eyes

Why sit and stew?

The greatest living underdeveloped,

Undiscovered actress,

Novelist, psychoanalyst,


Genius-takes a course in TV appreciation

Men are all “terribly  attractive” to her

We’re just mismatched as hell

I’m too damn weak for her

She doesn’t respect me

She doesn’t even love me

I don’t love her anymore-

That’s the last analysis

I wrote her a poem

When we first met

Pretty mouth and green eyes…

She doesn’t have green eyes-they’re more like seashells

What’s the use?

I’m losing my mind

She has some nice traits

She’s a helluva nice girl

I’m too weak for her-I have to keep trying.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013


Altered Book: Nine Stories/J.D. Salinger




Busy Mind#17


Empty glasses in her hands

Some old monogrammed ice pick

It’s icy out

She comes forward with more drinks

With each downed drink-she gets hard as nails

Pauses to drink-raises her glass to think

She slides off her couch

And onto her knees

Looking under the table for her keys

Front door suddenly flies open

Wake up! Wake up!



Ramona is awake!

“I was a nice girl,” she pleads,” Wasn’t I?”

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013



Altered Book: Nine Stories/J.D.Salinger

Busy Mind #16

Banana Fish

Sex is fun-or hell

A ringing phone


Why hasn’t he called her?

They want four hundred dollars

Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948

Those German poems

Penned by the only poet of the century

Word of honor

In The ocean Room

His wife was horrible

A raving maniac

He needs the sun

Sea glass Beach is his retreat

“Not in my face Baby,” He said.

“Come a little closer,” She said.

He is Capricorn

She is Pisces

“Wanna catch a banana fish?” He asked.

He disrobes down to his swim trunks

The 2 walk down to the ocean

A perfect day for banana fish

Here comes a wave.

Don’t be a God damned sneak!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013



Altered Book: Nine Stories/J.D.Salinger