damn right I like ice cream...

art by Sol LeWitt ‘Wall Drawing #289’ © / Whitney Museum of American Art

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language is a yoke

that says break me

in the slow hiss of the teapot

in a fiery temporary embrace

given way, to the pace

of drifted snow

each lace of wind

and undertow of time

is our eyes seeing

what we want

our noses deny nothing

for they are truly what

speaks the view

of our humanity

when we are alone

we graft words

we imprint ourselves in iron

we magnetize our emotions

in measured steps walked round  

a worn down tile floor

we hurriedly repeat

any circuitous motion

leaning faster trimming

articles of memories

into confederations of imagery

everything smells

as if we have been here before

as if mad bulb flower fantasies

are jarred and sealed 

just to be burst open

glassware doorways

hard shard liquid heavens 

arrangements of stems

fresh cut verbs, nouns, adjectives,

adverbs, articles, prepositions

and the declaratives of pop culture

filling on causational rusts

and pearled box-top surrenders

Saturday morning childhood dreams

cartoon-speak complete story lines

careen-arc lightning

into antagonized paper

modernity spending lives

through reticulated spy glass

gives a fast pass

of the rabbit hole

not meaning to return

we churn ideas

into burning vats of fat

learn more butter

greases waves wands us

a by-product appeal

turn us built brave faces

frenzied to perform the little rituals

like hailing taxis for more inspiration

or making wings to fly ice cream missions

one pick-up scoop of air at a time

one embark, one fine day

in the life a sentence on a sugar cone

that just wanted to be left alone

that just wanted to be this poem

EJR ©