July 21, 2012

poem 244 of a poem a day for 2012



velvet Elvis and your boom boom light show

I am a broken down steed
I am bleeding in the cut quiet
aural wake of my material desire
I am dissolving my will
out along the avenues of America
with its yellow chrome sodium sadness
street-lighting higher purpose
with a lower regard for accountability
I am a poet who corners attention with fire
lobbing paint onto the shells
of brick buildings in slow erode
I am all hand grenades
and rock star charades
I am a parade of the fool
and I steal sage to brush your Moon with
I am that charcoal burning incense
in the corner of the room when
I ask if you would like something
more from me and you just smile
in a dark fertile bloom and shimmy a bit
in a language of blinks and slight nods
in something that my DNA
knows to give in to
knows to hold onto
knows that this is a feast of reparations
knows that this is what I need
to see, hear, touch, taste and smell
what completes elation
in the soft ripes of
the near dark

EJR ©

2 comments:

  1. As always, beautifully dark and deep. Last four lines especially.

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    1. a sweet, sweet thank you...for always taking the time to read my scribbled rants racing the tides in wet sand...Edward

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