Monday, March 7, 2011


On her website Deanna Rubin describes herself this way, "I have a degree in Technical Writing and Computer Science from Carnegie Mellon University, and my head is full of random numbers."  Illustrating this latter claim is her poem, "Numerology":    

     Numerology     by Deanna Rubin

     9/15 and 4/23 were best friends
     until the day she stopped 9-to-5ing
     and the friendship 180'ed,
     as he wandered in 3-4 time
     through endless 7-11's, 24-7,
     trying to 86 her from memory.

     867-5309 sauntered through
     the undersides of 95,
     listening to the street, 103.9 FM,
     60 minutes of 80's. Tonight she'd party
     like 1999, have a few 45's,
     prove 151, whatever. Maybe love 15,
     who knows, sing on top of the baby
     grand 88 in the basement of 930.

     Vicks 44 soothed 98.6+'s throat
     as he sat watching the big 4,
     lucky 7, channel 53. 1-800 danced
     around as 2-bits 19.95'ed the products.
     99.44, but who could you really trust?
     Elsewhere a beautiful 42-24-36 reported
     that it was 83 in Dallas.

     9/15 was 10-speeding up the hill
     past the kids who 31-flavor part time,
     congregating outside 99 million served.
     At his apartment he 7-digited her,
     listening to the rings. Two, three, four.
     57 varieties sat on his table.
     He 9.8'ed the bottle out the window,
     heard the 7-10 split and waited for infinity.

More verse by Deanna Rubin may be found here.

1 comment:

  1. This is so well crafted...what a unique blend of poetry and numerology! With a perfect ending...